I was thirty-six years old and this would be my last chance to win Felicity’s heart. I couldn’t risk rushing things and fucking up my chance. Backing off would give her time to settle into her life here. She’d have the opportunity to plant some roots and to remember that this is where she belonged. If she wanted to work on the ranch this spring, I’d let her. We’d do this friend thing until then, because once she set foot on the Lucky Heart, I was making her mine.
