only knowing her for days and just having left his fiancée. He only felt a deep and powerful sense that Jessie belonged to him.
She smiled, and it made his chest feel warm. “I’ll be back by lunch,” he said.
“Same here.” She raised her camera. “It’s a bit of a drive but it’s early enough that I can get there and back by noon. Shouldn’t take me too long to get what I want.” She pointed in the direction of a couple of ghost towns south of Patagonia. “Washington Camp and Duquesne will make for some great shots.”
“Washington Camp was once the largest community in that area,” Zane said. “Old abandoned mines and buildings ready to collapse. Be careful.”
“I will.” She moved her gaze to Dillon. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’m sure we’ll see each other again,” he said before casting Zane a glance.
She turned and headed toward her red Mustang and he frowned as he thought about the bullet holes in the passenger side. She backed the car up and turned it to head out the main gate and on toward her destination.
“You’re one hell of a fast worker.” Dillon brought his attention back around.
“And she’s one hell of a woman,” Zane said before climbing into his truck.
• • •
Jessie found herself singing again and practically bouncing in her seat along with the tune. This time she sang Rascal Flatts’ Life is a Highway.
She looked up at the sky. The day might just be perfect to set the mood she wanted for the ghost town that she was going to photograph. She could come back on a sunnier day, but a little rain wasn’t going to put a damper on her photography or her mood. It was just fine with her.
She took her time along the way, finding cool things to shoot. Before she knew it, almost an hour had passed and she’d told Zane she’d be back by lunch, and she still needed to photograph the ghost towns. Because of the distance, with drive time she’d end up being late after taking some photos. Really late if she didn’t get going. She’d call him later on her cell phone to let him know.
When she reached the general area she was looking for, she stopped at a gas station to get better directions. The GPS in her car wasn’t any good on some of the dirt roads in the area and was getting her nowhere.
After the attendant gave her directions she nearly bumped into a man wearing a hat who stood close behind her.
“Excuse me,” she said.
The man continued to look away from her and she couldn’t see his face. Shaking her head, she went back to her car. A black sports car was the only other vehicle in front of the gas station. She slid into her Mustang and drove toward the ghost towns.
Eventually she hit the road that would take her to the first abandoned building. Her car bumped and jostled along the road and she could see the place in the distance.
By the time she was finished photographing this country, her car was going to need an alignment. Her thoughts turned to Zane and she frowned a little. She was supposed to leave when she was finished, but she didn’t want to… She wanted to be with Zane. She was sure he cared about her, but was it enough to maintain a relationship with her back in Tucson?
If it was up to her, then yes.
So ultimately, it was up to him. She would do what it took to make it work if he wanted it, too. Hell, if he didn’t, then she might just have to find a way to convince him. She wasn’t the kind of girl who sat around waiting for the man to make his move.
She had no doubt, though, that Zane wasn’t the kind of man who ever waited for a woman to make a move.
Not too far from her destination, she spotted some plants she wanted to photograph near an old fence line, so she stopped her car and took some shots. There was such beauty in this area that she didn’t think she’d ever be able to photograph it all. Unfortunately she couldn’t just stay here forever.
Although she could imagine it. She could picture herself living in this
She smiled, and it made his chest feel warm. “I’ll be back by lunch,” he said.
“Same here.” She raised her camera. “It’s a bit of a drive but it’s early enough that I can get there and back by noon. Shouldn’t take me too long to get what I want.” She pointed in the direction of a couple of ghost towns south of Patagonia. “Washington Camp and Duquesne will make for some great shots.”
“Washington Camp was once the largest community in that area,” Zane said. “Old abandoned mines and buildings ready to collapse. Be careful.”
“I will.” She moved her gaze to Dillon. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’m sure we’ll see each other again,” he said before casting Zane a glance.
She turned and headed toward her red Mustang and he frowned as he thought about the bullet holes in the passenger side. She backed the car up and turned it to head out the main gate and on toward her destination.
“You’re one hell of a fast worker.” Dillon brought his attention back around.
“And she’s one hell of a woman,” Zane said before climbing into his truck.
• • •
Jessie found herself singing again and practically bouncing in her seat along with the tune. This time she sang Rascal Flatts’ Life is a Highway.
She looked up at the sky. The day might just be perfect to set the mood she wanted for the ghost town that she was going to photograph. She could come back on a sunnier day, but a little rain wasn’t going to put a damper on her photography or her mood. It was just fine with her.
She took her time along the way, finding cool things to shoot. Before she knew it, almost an hour had passed and she’d told Zane she’d be back by lunch, and she still needed to photograph the ghost towns. Because of the distance, with drive time she’d end up being late after taking some photos. Really late if she didn’t get going. She’d call him later on her cell phone to let him know.
When she reached the general area she was looking for, she stopped at a gas station to get better directions. The GPS in her car wasn’t any good on some of the dirt roads in the area and was getting her nowhere.
After the attendant gave her directions she nearly bumped into a man wearing a hat who stood close behind her.
“Excuse me,” she said.
The man continued to look away from her and she couldn’t see his face. Shaking her head, she went back to her car. A black sports car was the only other vehicle in front of the gas station. She slid into her Mustang and drove toward the ghost towns.
Eventually she hit the road that would take her to the first abandoned building. Her car bumped and jostled along the road and she could see the place in the distance.
By the time she was finished photographing this country, her car was going to need an alignment. Her thoughts turned to Zane and she frowned a little. She was supposed to leave when she was finished, but she didn’t want to… She wanted to be with Zane. She was sure he cared about her, but was it enough to maintain a relationship with her back in Tucson?
If it was up to her, then yes.
So ultimately, it was up to him. She would do what it took to make it work if he wanted it, too. Hell, if he didn’t, then she might just have to find a way to convince him. She wasn’t the kind of girl who sat around waiting for the man to make his move.
She had no doubt, though, that Zane wasn’t the kind of man who ever waited for a woman to make a move.
Not too far from her destination, she spotted some plants she wanted to photograph near an old fence line, so she stopped her car and took some shots. There was such beauty in this area that she didn’t think she’d ever be able to photograph it all. Unfortunately she couldn’t just stay here forever.
Although she could imagine it. She could picture herself living in this
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