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It was safe to say that Win had never done that. Her whole life had been a carefully controlled attempt at perfection. And look how that worked out.

Her ex-husband had been married three times since their divorce and somehow managed to end up with two kids.

Not Win though. She’d been single for nearly eight years, and after her parents’ accident, but for her assistant, she was alone in the world.

I have no one in my life who cares about me that I don’t pay. The truth was rather brutal when it hit her.

“I don’t know how to go with the flow.” She lifted her gaze to his handsome face. “How does one do that?”

Bo’s smile had devastated millions of women from the big screen, but in person, it was even more heart-stopping.

“You just let go. Let life show you what it has in store for you.” He turned and pointed out the window over the soaking tub. “You see that river out there?”

Win felt like she could breathe normally again when the intensity of their stare broke.

“Of course.”

“Going with the flow means not paddling upstream. Just … let it take you where it wants to go. Stop trying to control the river.”

Win took a deep breath, as the truth of his words shifted something deep in her soul. Stop trying to control the river.

Never in her life had she understood how people could just … let go. But now, with the beauty before her and Silas Bohannon’s wisdom echoing in her mind, the ridiculousness of what she’d been trying to do hit her.

“You can’t control the river,” she whispered. “No matter how hard you paddle.”

“Never. It’ll just wear you out.”

Win wanted to sit down. Because that explained everything about why she was so tired. Tired of nothing going her way. Tired of life never working out the way she’d planned.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “You’re a fucking genius.”

His hands landed on her shoulders as she stared at the river.

“Welcome to Montana, where life may be simple, but it makes sense.”

CHAPTER 7

“Come on. Let’s get some food in you. I bet you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“I have.”

“Espresso doesn’t count as a meal.”

She glanced over her shoulder and upward at him. “Says who?”

“Me.” He squeezed her shoulders. “And take your coat off. Stay a while.”

Her expression was unreadable. A lifetime as an actress meant Windsor didn’t often show her true emotions on her face. Whenever she did, it felt like a little victory to Bo.

Like a few minutes ago. He knew he’d gotten through to her. Which meant … maybe the crazy idea that they could end up together wasn’t as crazy as it had seemed yesterday.

“Thank you,” she said as she reached up to touch his hands on her shoulders.

“Of course. I’m glad you’re here, Win. This is going to be a great film.”

“And everything else?” she asked.

He looked down at her profile and smiled. “Better than great.”