The practical thing is for me to stay home and get caught up so I can get everything in the mail next week.”

“But why be practical?”

She checked the coffee cup while fighting a smile. “Playing devil’s advocate, are you?”

“I just have a feeling that practicality isn’t your strong point.”

“How do you figure that?”

“You’re the woman that would appear at venues all over the country. Not sure how you accomplished that, but I wouldn’t say it was the most logical thing to do.”

Heat rushed through her, warming her cheeks. “You’re right. I have a reputation for being impractical and idealistic, but this fall I turned over a new leaf. I’m imminently more sensible now.”

“That’s quite a change.”

The brew button turned off.

She lifted the cup off the burner and carried it to him, careful not to brush his fingers with hers. “I know. It hasn’t been easy. I liked being impractical and romantic, but it’s time to grow up. If I don’t do it now, I never will.”

“I think you are perfect as you are.”

Sadie returned to her desk and sat back down. “You don’t know me.”

“I’d like to get to know you.”

She adjusted her keyboard and then the desk phone. “I want you to know that I’m flattered. I am. But it’s... too late. I’m committed to being responsible and doing what needs to be done.”

“That doesn’t sound very fun.”

“I don’t think life’s meant to always be fun.”

He studied her for a long moment. “What’s our story?”

She looked up at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“There’s something here between us.”

“No, there’s not. We’re both from Marietta. I’m merely a fan.”

“It’s more than that.”

“I like bull riders. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Bullshit. You liked me.”

A lump filled her throat. “Maybe I did. But that was before. Your accident in Clovis cured me.”

“And yet I’m here, fine.”

“You’re here, but I wouldn’t say you’re fine. You’re hurt. And from the way you limp, I’m fairly certain you’re still in pain.”

“You know, I kept waiting for you to come back.”

“Rory, I can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“I’m here at work. I have to finish these packets. Natalie needs them for the Stroll. She’s passing out candied nuts and packets of new listings.”

“If that doesn’t scream festive, I don’t know what does.”

Her head jerked up and she met his gaze.