a rooster was awake to cock-a-doodle-doo with the sun’s morning rays. Tori hated mornings even more than Ginnifer did. If she called, there should be a damn good reason for it. There must be something seriously wrong. Ginnifer raised her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes rapidly to scrub the sleep from them. To make sure she was as alert as possible, she lightly tapped her cheeks with the palm of her hand to get the circulation flowing and help remove the cobwebs from her sluggish brain. Some serious stimulation was in order—well that and a strong cup of coffee. Ginnifer pulled her phone up and hit Send on Tori’s name. It rang several times and went to her voice mail. What the hell is going on? She just called and then didn’t bother to answer her own phone. When Tori got there later today, she was going to get a mouthful on the many ways she was going to die for doing something so diabolical.
Ginnifer listened to the recording and waited for the beep, debating what she should say on Tori’s voice mail. After the beep sounded in her ear, she began to speak, “You’re dead to me. When you get here, I’m gonna make you regret that you’re still breathing. There better be a damn good reason for calling me at this unspeakable time and an even better reason for not answering your damn phone when I called back. Be prepared for hell once you get here.”
She clicked End on the phone and placed it on a nearby table. Ginnifer chewed her lower lip and debated what her options were. She looked over at the itinerary that Emma had given her yesterday and decided to see what was on the schedule for the day. She rolled her eyes over the agenda and landed on the first activity. Yoga outside in the south pasture at seven o’clock in the morning with breakfast to follow at eight thirty. She had a little less than two hours before anything was happening on the schedule. Where the hell was the dining area and south pasture, anyway? She looked at the papers again and noticed a detailed map on the back. Well, she would say one thing about Emma Novak, the young woman was certainly prepared for everything.
Ginnifer let out a breath and contemplated what she should do for the next two hours. She could check her e-mails and see if there was anything that needed attending before she started her day and make some notes of what little she experienced so far on the ranch for her article. What she needed, though, was a hot shower and some coffee to get her moving. Going back to sleep was out of the question at this point. Once she was awake and moving, it was futile to attempt to gain any more shut eye. Her brain was not wired to doze back off once she was jolted awake.
Maybe if she got the shower out of the way, she could see if she could locate the coffee somewhere on the ranch. Surely there was someone awake taking care of things, or at least they should be by the time she was done with her shower, anyway. She might as well go bathe and get ready for the day. Coffee would be helpful if she was going to make it through the morning. It was a little slice of heaven she was not used to denying herself. It would be worth almost any price to her to get her hands on a cup of hot java with a side of cream and sugar. She would even consider putting up with Dallas’s sexual innuendos to get her mouth around the rim of a cup filled with the blissfulness the caffeinated drink would bring. The man was so unnerving to all of her senses. The promises in his eyes made her want to give in and see if he could keep each one of them. She would have to steel herself for the onslaught of emotions that he evoked in her. If she had one hope, it was that she wouldn’t run into him in her hunt for her morning brew. That male had the power to make her forget what she wanted most.
She went to her bags and picked up her largest one, dragged it over, and plopped it on top of her bed, unzipping the sides to release the top. The top of the luggage was thrown
Ginnifer listened to the recording and waited for the beep, debating what she should say on Tori’s voice mail. After the beep sounded in her ear, she began to speak, “You’re dead to me. When you get here, I’m gonna make you regret that you’re still breathing. There better be a damn good reason for calling me at this unspeakable time and an even better reason for not answering your damn phone when I called back. Be prepared for hell once you get here.”
She clicked End on the phone and placed it on a nearby table. Ginnifer chewed her lower lip and debated what her options were. She looked over at the itinerary that Emma had given her yesterday and decided to see what was on the schedule for the day. She rolled her eyes over the agenda and landed on the first activity. Yoga outside in the south pasture at seven o’clock in the morning with breakfast to follow at eight thirty. She had a little less than two hours before anything was happening on the schedule. Where the hell was the dining area and south pasture, anyway? She looked at the papers again and noticed a detailed map on the back. Well, she would say one thing about Emma Novak, the young woman was certainly prepared for everything.
Ginnifer let out a breath and contemplated what she should do for the next two hours. She could check her e-mails and see if there was anything that needed attending before she started her day and make some notes of what little she experienced so far on the ranch for her article. What she needed, though, was a hot shower and some coffee to get her moving. Going back to sleep was out of the question at this point. Once she was awake and moving, it was futile to attempt to gain any more shut eye. Her brain was not wired to doze back off once she was jolted awake.
Maybe if she got the shower out of the way, she could see if she could locate the coffee somewhere on the ranch. Surely there was someone awake taking care of things, or at least they should be by the time she was done with her shower, anyway. She might as well go bathe and get ready for the day. Coffee would be helpful if she was going to make it through the morning. It was a little slice of heaven she was not used to denying herself. It would be worth almost any price to her to get her hands on a cup of hot java with a side of cream and sugar. She would even consider putting up with Dallas’s sexual innuendos to get her mouth around the rim of a cup filled with the blissfulness the caffeinated drink would bring. The man was so unnerving to all of her senses. The promises in his eyes made her want to give in and see if he could keep each one of them. She would have to steel herself for the onslaught of emotions that he evoked in her. If she had one hope, it was that she wouldn’t run into him in her hunt for her morning brew. That male had the power to make her forget what she wanted most.
She went to her bags and picked up her largest one, dragged it over, and plopped it on top of her bed, unzipping the sides to release the top. The top of the luggage was thrown
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