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I’ve been so distracted by overhearing Preston’s meeting this morning that I forgot this was today.

Is all of this necessary? I would think she and one or two cameramen would have been enough, not this whole debacle.

From the other side of the lobby, my eyes dart to Preston walking in from the restaurant. He’s dressed casually today. Well, casually for Preston. He has on a pair of jeans and a sweater.

I can’t help the grin that takes over. Seeing Preston in jeans is still something I’m not used to, but he’s determined to make it part of his personality. Really sell the point that he plans to stay here in Wyoming more often.

But after this morning, that’s not really an option, is it? We didn’t have time to talk about it before my work cell rang and I had to leave.

I shake the thoughts from my mind, but my smile sticks as Preston, Dutton, and Gavin all move throughout the room, closer to me.

I’ve fallen for this man, even though I have no idea what it means moving forward.

I hate not knowing.

“Well, with a look like that, I’d say this interview should go rather quickly,” a voice says, snapping me into the present.

“Huh?” I ask and then realize it’s the reporter herself speaking to me.

“You’re Grace Richford, correct?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Great. I’m Kerri from Epic Destinations, and I’m thrilled to finally get an interview with you and Mr. King.”

I know who she is, but for some reason, her introduction throws me off.

“I—”

“Sunny!” Preston says in greeting as he moves closer, his hand sliding around my lower back the way I’ve decided is my favorite thing. “And you must be Kerri,” he says, and Kerri nods her head as if she is in a daze and didn’t even realize Preston was speaking to her.

“I am.” She pulls herself together quickly. “Are you two ready to get started?”

Preston turns his attention to me. “If Sunny is ready, so am I.”

I grin. “I’m ready.”

“Great, I took the liberty of setting up in the middle of the lobby,” she says, as if we can’t see it for ourselves.

Preston leads us to the seats, taking one on the sofa and leaving enough room for me to sit next to him. He leans back, ankle over knee, one arm stretched behind me over the back of the couch and the other on my thigh. His thumb brushes back and forth as if he knows I need that little something for comfort.

“Please keep in mind that all questions will be included in the article, and if there is something you need kept out, please be sure to include it off the record in your answer, as I will also be recording this interview.”

I nod, and Preston chuckles.

“If there is something you don’t need to know, Ms. Landers, I can assure you we won’t be saying it.”

“Noted,” she says and then gives a hand signal to her guy, who turns his camera on.

“How long have you two been dating?”

“I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t going on,” Preston answers.

I chuckle.

He looks at me, his bright gaze narrowing with intrigue.

“More to add, Miss Richford?”