Page 145 of Wild As Her

"Dead. We made him an offer. He took it."

I let out a low whistle. "That… that’ll burn."

Weston smiles. "Let it."

The sound of soft footsteps on the stairs cuts through the quiet, and we all turn as Cami walks into the kitchen, her hair a mess. She’s got sweatpants and a t-shirt with my flannel still wrapped around her like it was made for her.

"Mornin'," she says, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Tucker grins like a damn fool. "Well,thatshirt looks familiar."

Cami shoots me a sleepy smirk and pours herself some coffee.

Weston's eyes land on her hand. "Hold up. Is that what I think it is?"

Cami freezes, halfway to her seat.

Tucker leans over for a better look. "Holy hell, it is! That’s a ring."

I chuckle as Cami turns beet red. "We were gonna tell y’all tonight."

"Yougot engagedand thought you could hide it from us?" Weston shakes his head, pretending to be offended.

Tucker claps his hands together. "About damn time! Took you long enough, Jack."

Cami rolls her eyes, but she’s glowing. "Y’all are ridiculous."

"You love us," Weston says, grabbing a biscuit. "And we love you. Congratulations, Cami. You make him better."

I meet his eyes, and there's something unspoken in the moment. Gratitude. Pride. Family.

"We were just talking about the future of the ranch," I say.

Weston nods. "We’re adding space now. Room to grow. Room for wild horses and weddings and whatever else you two dream up."

Cami leans into me as she sips her coffee. "It already feels like home."

And damn if that isn’t the best thing I’ve ever heard.

We sit there around the table, passing biscuits, trading stories, talking about barns and what the new pasture should be called. It’s messy and loud and full of love.

And it feels like the start of forever.

Epilogue

Wild As Her by Corey Kent

The sun climbs over the eastern ridge, painting the Wilder Ranch in soft gold, and the morning air carries the scent of wild sage, fresh dirt, and something sweet, my cookies, and breads on the racks outside the micro bakery stand.

Kids’ laughter floats up from the meadow where Jack’s setting up archery targets with Weston, both of them wearing t-shirts withWilder Ranch Nature Campin bold green letters on them.

We’re wrapping up the first week of our summer-long nature camp, and I already know this is going to be one of those things people talk about for years.

The show aired several weeks ago, and it really put Bridger Falls on the map. We’ve been flooded with tourists who want to catch a glimpse of Jack and me and our ranch. We can barely keep up with orders, we’re booked solid for horse training, andwe’ve already got reservations into next summer and our B&B isn’t even open yet.

Jenna and the producers did a great job on the show. The executives loved the twist in the ending. We did interviews in New York City with Good Morning America and The Today Show. Jack hated it but we did it for the ranches. Well, I guess just the ranch now. Everything’s combined and flowing great. It’s been so much fun, and it feels good. Much to the producers’ dismay, we turned down a second season as did Weston and Tucker. We had our fifteen minutes of fame, and now we’re set to just live life. Happy and content.

Every week when a new episode would air, Maggie set up a projector and everyone joined in for a watch party. Jack and I went, but it was painfully, hilariously hard to watch ourselves on television. We both agreed that we’re terrible at it. But we had fun. Mack and her friends set up a concession stand and made an event out of it. One thing’s for sure, it definitely brought the town together and the Jessop name doesn’t feel like a foul word in anyone’s mouth anymore. Nobody can forget Jack Sr and the things he’s done, but he’s a thing of the past and everyone is talking about new things now.

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