Chapter 63

Roy hadn’t been lying about the snow. Flurries fell nearly the whole way to the airport. The flight from Salt Lake City was late, but there was nothing open at that hour, so all Teddy could do was sit in the waiting area and stew.

Eventually, the plane arrived. Moments later, a tall, lean man in a fleece-lined jacket and dark jeans sauntered in. Teddy did a double take when he saw the man’s handsome Latin features. His olive skin, dark hair, and beautiful eyelashes made Teddy’s mouth dry. He’d already forgiven the new guy for making him lose sleep.

“You…you’re Marco Barini?”

“Yes. You’re from the Lawson ranch?”

“Yup. I’m Teddy,” he said, self-consciously running a hand through his light brown hair. They shook hands. “All your stuff is in that one duffel? That can’t be the warmest coat you have.”

“It doesn’t get that cold in my part of Argentina,” Marco said in faintly accented English. “I planned to buy something bigger here.”