“Beats me. Some lawyer, I think. Said he was acting for his principals; that must be some corporation he works for. He tried to hand me an offer to ...uy the ranch.”“What did you tell him?”“We’re not interested. The ranch isn’t for sale at any price.”“Good. Come in the kitchen. The cobbler is ready to come out of the oven. Would you like a fresh pot of coffee to go with it?”“You know I love your cobbler. I always have. I’ll skip the coffee and take a scoop of ice cream on the side,” he. I like to sleep in on Saturdays.’ ‘That’s alright,’ he said, kicking off his own shoes before stepping into her apartment. It was a good place for a university student, with a large living room, wall-to-wall white carpeting and nice furniture, a decor fashioned with the aesthetic of someone who was both living frugally but also blessed with superior taste. ‘Your place is really nice.’ ‘Feng shui,’ she said. ‘Want some coffee?’ ‘That’d be great,’ he said, walking into the living room, over to. I pulled into the 3rd truck stop parked between the rigs. got out in the rain and walked between the rows of them. Not looking my best, my hair soaked from the rain, my dress dripping, makeup running, heels sloshing through the puddles I did not give up. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSss the light in one of the cabs came on and the door opened as i passed. A whistle, I turned seeing this middle aged man waving to me to come back. I ran and stood by the open door of his rig. He looked down "looking for. The pink tie was a cheeky nod to what was no doubt a bit of a wide boy outside the office, and the square stud in his ear seemed to echo that. His dark hair was trimmed neatly, however, and his green eyes seemed to flash. “Good morning. Well, just about. You’re Mr. Templer, are you?” “Adam, Sir. Mr. Templer’s my dad.” He stepped forward with a smile, extending a hand for me to shake. I obliged. “Please, sit. How are you getting on, Adam? Gracie treating you okay?” “Uh, yes, sir. Finding my feet.