It’s been ten years since I last saw her, I thought as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I wasn’t sure what had made me think of her at that moment as I stared into the mirror, running a hand through the full beard on my face. I spent a few moments neatening it up with a trimmer, so it would look at least somewhat professional for work in the morning.

Thick, short dark brown hair, steely blue eyes paired with a slightly rounded face that without the beard would be almost baby faced, but it hides it well. This all sat atop a well muscled, and toned body. I was 6’1” or 6’2” nearest I could figure, with broad shoulders on a 180lb frame of flesh, muscle and bone. Built from the last 15 of my 34 years on this earth cowboying and raising cattle.

Even with owning my own cattle ranch and running the day to day operations of it, I still took the time to look neat. Sure, I could not care, a lot of cattlemen around here do that, more concerned with getting by day to day than trying to dig out of it. Since I had taken over the family ranch, I had worked tirelessly to expand it beyond a simple cattle operation.

After drying the rest of my body, I slipped into my night wear, a tight fitting white tee and a pair of plaid lounge pants with my favorite pair of moccasin slippers, where I would retire to my den for the evening to read until I was tired enough for bed. It wasn’t long after I had sat down that I heard the knocking at the door. It was late and it was dark, thinking to myself, who the hell could that be at this hour.

“The ranch hands had better not be fighting again, I will put them through a wall this time if I have to.” I said to myself aloud, as I got up and walked to the front door. Peering through the glass windows that flanked either side of the door, I could see it was you. I couldn’t believe my eyes though, how you ended up back here in Montana of all places was startling enough but for her to have shown up on my doorstep after I had just thought about her less than an hour ago?

Quickly I opened the door and ushered you inside “Come in, come in.” I said as I guided you to the kitchen table nearby. “You were the last person that I was expecting to show up on my front porch in the middle of the night, would you like a drink or something to eat?” I asked, waiting to hear your voice once again brighten up my day as it always had when we were younger.

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Hello DPP, I'm back with more romance based plots and prompts, Its like I am a sucker for them or something. I'm looking to play out a nice romance driven plot where you're somebody that I knew and haven't seen in a long time. Having showed up on my front porch in the middle of the night, why are you here? Are you fleeing something, escaping someone? Let me know when you reply!

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