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motions every day of feeding his stock. He used to enjoy it, now though, since he’d had her and lost her, it all seemed pointless. Last night, he’d seen her for a second before she went behind the bar and disappeared.
    Gannon Knight ran him out of the bar. He was nice enough about it, but at least Kyle knew that she’d seen him. He hoped the envelope he passed to Gannon had made it to Sharon. It was his last attempt to contact her, there was no certainty his heart could withstand another rejection.
    “Mr. Phillips. My name is Scott Sims, I’m here about the job.”
    The voice startled him, and he jerked his head around. “I didn’t hear you pull up.”
    “Sorry, sir.”
    “Don’t apologize. I was sidetracked.” Kyle stepped out of the truck. “Let me show you around the place and explain what the job entails. Then you can let me know if you’re interested.”
    After nearly four hours of touring the entire property by ATV, they stopped in the front yard.
    “What do think? Can you handle it?” Kyle turned the key and stepped off. Scott looked to be in his early to mid-twenties. He seemed levelheaded, and he had showed up on time. That was something.
    “It’s a lot of work, but sure, I can handle it.” He turned off the ATV but remained sitting. He was a little wiry, his arms were sleeved with tattoos, both of his ears were pierced, and his black hair was everywhere. Kyle was pretty sure he had no experience with running a farm, but neither did he when he’d bought the place. No, he’d basically grown up in a hotel. It didn’t get any more ‘city’ than that.
    “Look, I don’t have many options. I’m in a hurry and you’re the only person who showed, so you have the job if you want it.”
    “What’s it pay and when do I start?” Straight to the point, Kyle liked him.
    “It pays one thousand a week.” He grinned as Scott’s jaw dropped. “I need you to start tomorrow. That’s when I leave.”
    “Leave?”
    “Yes, but don’t worry. I’ll have your salary set up with my accountant. You’ll have my cell number also in case anything comes up.”
    “How long will you be gone?”
    “Indefinitely.”
    * * * *
    Sharon sat in her car and stared at the envelope from Kyle. She wiped her eyes and pulled out the contents, going over the documents in detail. The letter he’d written was sweet and perfect, and each time she read it, her heart constricted more than the last. Stuffing the papers in the side pocket of her purse, she picked up her phone and sent Kayla a text explaining everything. Shit, Gannon was going to be pissed. She knew he’d planned on her working the weekend.
    Parking had been hell and the walk was long. Standing at the entrance, Sharon took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her anxiety. She could do this, especially if she refused to let thoughts of Kyle distract her—making her way through the airport would be confusing enough. A lot of thought had gone in to this trip, leaving everything and everyone she knew was harder than expected…she’d never been out of Mississippi.
    Forty-five minutes later, she was boarding a plane, finding her seat in first class. Toward the front of her section, standing in the middle of the aisle was the reason she’d left Pineville.
    Kyle.
    Her carry-on bag dropped to her feet, elated tears poured over her cheeks, electricity buzzed under her skin pleading for a touch, and for the first time since she’d last seen him, she felt she was breathing.
    He rushed to her and held her face with his hands. His thumbs, trembling, wiped at her tears. “You’re here.”
    “I got your letter.” She swallowed hard. “And the ticket.”
    “I thought I’d lost you.” His thumb went over her lips, his eyes holding hers.
    “This past week, I figured something out.” She smiled through the tears. “You mean everything to me. Kyle, I—”
    A man behind her cleared his throat. “Excuse me. Ma’am, I need to get to my seat.”
    She flinched and