Betsy mixed the flour together with the eggs to make the pasta dough, gently kneading it all together the way Granny had taught her. She didn’t need to make homemade noodles for her famous four-cheese chicken and veggie ravioli, but it sure was better when she did.
All she could think about while she worked was Knox’s statement that he liked it when she cooked for the cowboys. She’d deliberately skipped Monday and Tuesday, and not just because the smithy sat cold and dormant on those days. Fine, maybe she’d checked to see if Knox would be at the ranch before deciding that today was the day to feed everyone. The day had dawned with the thought of ravioli in her head, so that was what everyone at Quinn Valley Ranch would get.
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