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Her smile widens. “She’s at the main house. I intercepted her when she arrived because I had to make sure she was good enough for one of my boys. It’ll be nice to have another woman around the place. There’s too much testosterone on this farm.”

“So, she’s?—”

“She’s fine. Shane just made coffee for everyone and Cookie’s making sausage rolls. I came by to ask you to join us. And, I wanted to talk to you before we went over.”

“You’re a good woman.”

She shrugs. “I try. I’m just glad you’re happy. You must be to be talking so much.”

I smirk. “Yeah. She brings that out in me.”

“Then I’m really happy for you.” Jessie stands. “You know, now you’re taken, maybe you can wreak havoc on Digby and Cookie’s private lives. Get some payback.”

I stand and shake my head. “Oh, you heard about that, did you?”

Jessie stands on tiptoe and kisses my cheek. “I know everything. You should know that by now.”

“I’m just glad I have my own place.”

She laughs. “You deserve your happy ever after. Especially after what happened with Emma. I’m so excited for you, and I look forward to getting to know Ivy better.”

I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hug her tight. “Thanks, Jessie girl.”

“Let’s go.”

As we walk to the main house, Jessie’s taking deep breaths and talking about how good it is to be home.

But as much as I adore her, I’m not really listening.

Ivy’s voice carries through the air as we approach the door.

We step into the kitchen and the talking stops.

I catch my breath when Ivy turns and smiles at me.

Her eyes are so full of love—I see that now.

Fuck waiting.

“Do you have your things in the car?” I ask.

“There are some boxes. By the end of the week, I should be all moved in.” She beams that beautiful smile at me—the one that hits me right in the chest every time.

“Why don’t we go and get the rest after we eat? I’ve got my truck, and the others?—”

“You in some kind of rush, bro?” Shane grins.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“Dad thinks I’m staying until the end of the week.”

I step forward and take Ivy’s hand in mine. “Do you really want to wait?”

She shakes her head.

“So let’s do it.”

Her brows knit. “Who are you, and what have you done with Clayton?”

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