The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)

by Elsie Silver

“Why three dates?” “Because it’s more than one.” My foot taps. “Why not two? “Because it’s less than three?” He says it like a question.

“Blond hair.” I laugh, watching my breath blow out in a white cloud before me, unwilling to admit that it’s not that blond, really. In certain light you see the shimmery gold, and I bet as a child it was much lighter. But now it’s this dirty color. Either way, it’s not my usual dark vibe. He shrugs. “We can dye it.”