Chapter 3: Chapter 3

By God, I’ll show her adventure if that’s what she wants. And if she has other kinds of sport in mind, I can handle that as well.

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As Cam strode into the dining room early the next morning, C.J. looked up at him with a smile. Clad in snug fawn jodhpurs and shining, knee-high boots with a crisp white shirt and a rust-colored bolero length jacket, she appeared quite as fetching as she’d been in her sophisticated suit. He’d been out to make sure the chores were underway and to select the stock for the day’s jaunt already. Now it was time for breakfast, although the sun had barely crested Mesilla Rim to the east. A bit surprised to see his guest, he returned her smile.

“You’re up bright and early, C.J. Looking like a model ranch guest, too. I wasn’t expecting you’d be down for an hour or so.”

“I didn’t come to Arizona to sleep,” she said. “Please, will you join me and tell me what we’re going to do today?”