Page 46 of Wild As Her

Violet nods. “We’re getting wasted.”

Somewhere in the mix of bad ideas and questionable choices, we end up going out for a walk, and I spill all of my dreams of the ranch to them, and they wholeheartedly support me and are excited.

Violet says, “I’ll share it everywhere when you’re ready for me to.”

Poppy pulls me in for a hug, “It’s going to be amazing!”

Maggie had to head home because she had work in the morning and made us promise to behave. “Bye!” we call and wave.

We had no plans to behave. Because, in our collective drunken wisdom, we decide we’re going to sneak up on Jack and find out what he really plans to do with Wilder Ranch.

Poppy stumbles up the driveway. “I’m going to confront him.”

Violet grins. “Yeah and see what he plans to do. He can’t just buy up your ranch and be your sexy boss.”

I point a wobbly finger. “He moved my coffee trailer, too.” Huh, I don’t remember my house being so far from the driveway.

Poppy face plants in the grass.

Love runs over and licks her face, looking at all of us with concern and confusion. “Come here, baby,” I murmur.

We stop dramatically, staring at the glowing lights of the house.

Violet narrows her eyes. “What’s the game plan?”

Poppy hiccups. “Did we have one?”

I wave my hand. “We’re about to make choices, and not necessarily good ones.”

And then, before we can process what’s happening, the front door swings open.

And Jack steps outside. Shirtless. Jeans slung low on his hips, crossing his arms over his chest. Looking entirely too damn good.

The three of us freeze.

Violet whispers, “Wow.”

Poppy nods, still propped up on her elbows. “Yep. Wow.”

I squint, swaying slightly. “Damn it.”

Jack watches us with an amused expression. “What are you three doing?”

“Ooooh, he has a daddy voice,” Poppy hiccups. We all break into laughter.

Violet nudges me. “You’re the leader. Say something.”

I blink up at Jack, too drunk to come up with a good excuse. So, I say the first thing that pops into my head. “Your abs are distracting.”

Poppy chokes on her own spit and howls with laughter, smacking the ground.

Violet cackles and falls over next to Poppy.

Jack drags a hand over his jaw, exhaling slowly, his abs tightening with the movement. “Do you need a closer look, Cami?” But the way his eyes flick down to my lips says he might just want me to look closer.

This causes Poppy and Violet to continue with laughter.

And that’s how we ended up in the kitchen, drinking water like it was a court-ordered punishment.

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