But before I can do that, there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
The person who waltzes inside has a no bullshit look about her. One that I haven’t seen in years.
“Kade Miller.”
“Georgia Halliwell.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, leaning back in the chair. Her face says don’t mess with herorher best friend.
Her blonde hair is pulled into a low bun, and she wears a red plaid shirt with jeans and boots. A name tag is pinned to the front of her shirt.
“So,Georgia.What is it that you do here?”
“After all these years, that’s what you lead with?” She scoffs.
“Considering it’s my job, yes.”
It’s not like I have any beef with her. More so her best friend.
“Unbelievable. You come back after all these years like nothing happened.” She shakes her head, muttering to herself.
“Like nothing happened? Believe me, I’m well aware of whathappenedall those years ago.”
Fire blazes in her blue eyes as she narrows her gaze on me. She’s already written me off after what I did all those years ago.
And yet, she doesn’t have the first clue on what happened.
“You mean breaking my best friend’s heart?”
“Not how I remember it,” I snap.
Fuck. I shove a hand through my hair. This is the last thing I want to be talking to her about.
In and out. Some time to fix this place up and sell it to someone that will hopefully agree to keep the staff and the ranch.
Conversations with Presley’s best friend? Not what I want to be dealing with.
“Yes, leaving her high and dry makes you the good person in this scenario.” She rolls her eyes at me.
“Are you going to make this harder than it is? Because if you don’t want to be here, I can find someone else to do…whatever it is you do.”
I don’t want to have any conversations about Presley orher daughter. Seeing them once was hard enough. The evidence that she moved on without me?
Yeah, I don’t need to have it thrown in my face on a daily basis.
“I’m a horse trainer. I work under Sam.”
“And Joey works here too.”
“Observant.”
“You do realize I’m your boss now, right?”
“Doesn’t mean you didn’t hurt my best friend and I’m pissed as hell about it.”
“Is that what you think?” I scoff.
