could forget.
âYou need me to teach the asshole a lesson?â Chase asked, trying not to grit his teeth as he fumed inside.
âNo,â she sighed, attempting a smile that did anything but convince him she was okay. âWhat I need to do is stop talking about my failed marriage and come see your cattle.â
Chase watched her long and hard, trying to read her face. She was brave, he knew that already, but something told him that sheâd been to hell and back and then some.
âYou want to talk work, letâs go,â he finally said, stepping closer to her and taking a metal kit she was carrying. Hope made a face like she was about to protest, but he took it off her anyway. âYouâre not in Canada anymore, sweetheart. Youâve forgotten what good manners southern men have?â
She laughed, her head tipping back as she walked. âIâve missed you, Chase. Man, have I missed you.â
He grinned back at her, wishing it hadnât been so long since heâd seen her. It had only taken one night to ruin their friendship, and theyâd hardly spoken since. Sheâd been his best friend for years, and now they were as good as strangers, although he could see how easy itâd be to fall back into step like no time had passed at all.
âSo tell me what itâs like working with sperm all day.â
Hope scowled at him. âYou havenât grown up a bit, have you?â
âNope.â
He matched her stride, not taking his eyes off her. Sheâd been beautiful back in college and now she was a knockout. Chase glanced around, checked they were alone and Ryder wasnât about to come ruin their reunion. Heâd fucked it up with Hope once, and if he had his chance, heâd make up for every second.
âSo whoâs Randy Smith? I have his name on my sheet.â
âForeman,â Chase told her. âI had him book and confirm the appointment.â
âAh,â she murmured. âAlthough if Iâd looked farther down my chart instead of rushing to get here on time, Iâd have noticed the words King Ranch . My bad.â
He stopped walking, locked his gaze on her when she turned. âWould you have come if youâd known it was me?â
Her expression didnât change, her eyes warm as she stared back at him. âOf course I would have.â
Chase smiled and started walking with her again, even though he didnât believe her for a second. Something had changed, something was different about her, and it wasnât just the fact that theyâd grown up. But if there was one thing he was good at it was being persistent, and if he had a chance to get Hope back in his life, then heâd make damn sure he didnât miss the opportunity. If she were happily married he would have accepted the fact, but she wasnât.
âThat was a lie,â she suddenly said.
He raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at her. âWhat was?â
âIf Iâd seen your name I would have tried to get someone else to cover for me.â
He nodded. âNothing beats the truth.â
She stopped and stared at him, her eyes locked on his. They werenât touching, but she was standing close, her perfume filling his senses, strands of her hair being teased by the wind and blowing toward him. He was recalling exactly why heâd found it so damn hard to keep things platonic between them.
âHow did things end up like this between us, Chase?â
He shrugged. âWe really screwed up, didnât we?â
âYeah, we did.â She blew out a breath. âFor what itâs worth, Iâm sorry I never stayed in touch. If itâs any consolation, Iâve missed you a lot.â
âMe too,â he grunted. âAll these years and Iâve never found a drinking buddy half as fun as you.â The reasons he liked Hope were a whole lot more than having someone fun to drink with, but he was pretty sure