Anne Winston - Rancher's Proposition

Something moving in the corner of his vision made him whip his head around. Though he saw nothing, he’d have sworn he saw a shadow in the kitchen doorway just for an instant. He moved toward the door, but realized he couldn’t leave the room without picking up the handset of the phone. Shrugging, he turned his attention to what Marty was saying.

“…know what you mean. I’m meeting a girl at the city bar tomorrow night. She, uh, answered my ad.”

Cal laughed aloud. He’d heard about Marty’s other disastrous encounters that were a result of advertising in the personals for a wife. To his way of thinking, the guy was insane. “I might have to check this out. What time?”

“Eight. I figure if she’s willing to meet me in a bar, she can’t be a teetotaler who thinks I’ll go to hell if I drink a beer.”

“That’s logical. Eight, huh? You might see me.”

“Sounds good. You can rescue me if this date turns out to be a bust.” His oldest friend’s voice sounded hopeful.

Cal stifled a comment about the odds of that being pretty good. “It’s a deal.”

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