How To Rope A Rich Cowboy (Silver Springs Ranch #2) - Anya Summers Page 0,18

Avery’s doing, plain and simple—his seductively sexy squatter with the killer body that he had availed himself of many times over the course of last night. The thought of her left him grinning like a lunatic and had him fighting off a hardon. She was something. He craved another taste, another chance to feel the hot clasp of her cunt squeezing him dry, and planned to take her up on her offer to stargaze so he could do just that.

That morning, he took a shower and changed his clothes at his house that was situated a mile away from the main ranch hub. The secluded location surrounded by aspens and pines with a gated driveway gave him a measure of much needed separation from the daily grind of ranch operations. His house had been constructed with similar materials to the rest of the cabins, but the private home was much larger. It sported five bedrooms, a great room, a living room, and a chef style kitchen. There was a fully furnished basement. It was a huge house for a single guy, but it was where he had grown up. He had moved into the large suite after his parents had retired down in Arizona.

Now he was sharing it with his baby sister, Amber. Her room was at the opposite end of the second floor. She had moved back from college this past June after she’d graduated with her business degree. Amber was dead set on becoming an integral part of the ranch operations. His dad wanted Colt to ease Amber into things, but Colt was of a mind to start handing over departments for her to run. It would give him some much-needed relief and perhaps then he could take a vacation. He was more than ready to have Amber share the load of this place.

He arrived at the main ranch building that housed his office, payroll, marketing, event coordination, housekeeping, and maintenance offices. The main building was where registration for the entire ranch property was located. They took care of the twenty hotel style guest rooms in this building, along with the hundred cabins on the property that housed between two to six guests, depending on the cabin. Then they also had the large, connected cabins that resembled massive townhomes in back of the main hub. There were ten of those, and each one could sleep up to sixteen people. The bigger cabins were booked frequently for family reunions and wedding parties.

In his office, Colt rolled up the sleeves of his blue dress shirt and got to work with an eye on the clock. The first task he marked off his to do list was reserving Avery’s cabin, B42, for the next two weeks. He set the reservation up at the discounted rate, and paid for it from his personal account. He also marked on the reservation that housekeeping wasn’t needed until after she departed. That way, he could keep her to himself.

And at the registration desk, when they went to make reservations, her cabin would now appear as unavailable until her departure.

At his desk, he reviewed his agenda for the day. If there was anything that could wait until Monday, he wanted to shift his schedule around to accommodate Avery’s time on the ranch. The big walnut monstrosity had been his dad’s desk back in the day. He could remember being called into this office over a minor infraction with a shiver of fear curling along his spine. He loved his dad, even though he had been strict growing up. But Colt understood the reasons behind the stern taskmaster his father had been.

And since his dad had handed over the running of the company to Colt, he’d become a different guy—more relaxed, happier, and quicker to laugh, when that hadn’t always been the case while Colt was growing up.

Before he could return to Avery’s cabin that night, Colt had his daily routine to complete first, starting with checking in with each department. Since he’d taken the day off yesterday, he had both the daily and weekly totals to review. From accounting and payroll, he had the upcoming week’s payroll to sign off on, as well as payments for bills that ranged from everything, from horse and cattle feed, to detergent to wash sheets and towels, to dining room stock and the gift shop.

Colt reviewed spreadsheets until it felt like his eyes were bleeding from looking at numbers. And that was just the first two hours he was in