“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

Katrina plucked at the quilt. “Well, I’ll never leave New York City.”

“Not even for the right man?”

“The right man is already there.”

Mandy straightened, her expression perking up. “I thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“No boyfriend.” Katrina was taking a page from Reed’s logic. “I haven’t met him yet. But I know he’s out there, picking out an impressionist painting for his penthouse, balancing his stock portfolio and dry-cleaning his tux.”

Mandy laughed, even as Katrina’s thoughts flicked back to Reed.

“Did you know Reed was building a house?” she found herself asking her sister.

“What do you mean?”

“He showed me the building site today. Up in one of the top meadows beside Flash Lake. He’s got it all staked out. I didn’t see the drawings, but he talked like it was all planned. He says he’s going to find himself a wife and start a family. You and Caleb get to keep this house.”

“Really?” Mandy drew the word out in obvious contemplation.

“So this is something new?” Katrina confirmed.

“He told Caleb he was planning to raise a family here on the ranch. But, as far as I know, he didn’t say anything about building a new house.” Mandy shifted on the mattress. “I take it you’re not fighting anymore?”

Katrina felt her cheeks heat and struggled to control the reaction. “We were never fighting.” She glanced away. “It was… He just… He’s helping me with my ankle.”

Good grief. Why was she having trouble with such a simple explanation? It wasn’t as though she was lying. Everything she was saying was true.

Mandy blinked. “Katrina?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you attracted to Reed?”

Katrina formulated an answer. “Reed is Colorado.”

If ever there was a man who was a perfect metaphor for a place, he was it.