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Pushing her chair back, she stood up and walked toward the front of the shop, behind the counter.
“Everything looks good. We’re running low on a few things, so I left a note for you on what we need to order.”
“You want me to handle ordering?”
“Yes. Ainsleigh, I’m not here enough to keep up with it all. If you don’t want to do it, I can take care of it myself, but this is your baby now more than mine. I’m so busy with the ranch.”
“You really love that place, don’t you?”
“I do. I just added a riding stable and hired an instructor for lessons. We’re doing great.” Chelsea smiled. “I need to figure out what to do with this place though.”
“Are you thinking of selling it?” Ainsleigh asked nervously.
“I’m not sure yet. I’m in no rush to make a decision. But I’ll let you know as soon as I do.”
“Thank you. I love working here. I love this shop.”
“I know you do. Don’t worry about it right now. It will be a while before anything happens. I’ll talk to you soon.” Chelsea hugged her again and then left for her car.
When she arrived back at the ranch, it was late afternoon. She decided to check on Christine and see how her lessons were going.
She opened the door to the riding stable and almost turned around when she saw Colt talking with Christine at the rail. They seemed a little too comfortable for her peace of mind.
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Colt glanced over his shoulder to see Chelsea entering the stable.
“Looks like the boss is here,” Christine whispered.
He watched as Chelsea approached them and couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“How were the lessons, Christine?”
“They went well. All three signed up for more.”
“That’s great.” Chelsea cleared her throat. “Well, I just wanted to check in with you. I need to head inside and go over some paperwork.” She looked at Colt.
He nodded. “I should also check on the men.”
Chelsea turned and left. Colt watched her go before turning to see Christine smiling at him. He raised an eyebrow.
“I thought you said you weren’t involved with her?”
“I’m not.”
“But you want to be.”
Colt smirked. “It wouldn’t work out. She’s my boss.”
“Oh, I understand now. If it doesn’t work out, you could lose your job.”
“You’re perceptive.” He grinned.
“She likes you too, Colt.”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Then why don’t we have dinner together?”