Page 105 of Wrangled Love

Briar: Should I be worried you started another chat without me? *Face with raised eyebrow emoji

Charlie: Hi! We missed you!

Birdie: Welcome home! Earl drove me to town this morning and said he saw you coming in late last night.

Wren: Loved the photos you sent. Caleb is the sweetest.

I’m curious why no one’s answering my question. They’re normally upfront—Charlie in particular.

Briar: He really is.

Briar: Charlie? Birdie? Want to swing by later?

Charlie: Wish I could, but I’ve got inventory to handle at the shop.

Birdie: I’m still keeping a low profile, sorry!

My brows knit in confusion. Charlie did inventory last week, and Birdie just said she was riding in Earl’s taxi earlier today. Something’s going on, but I’m not sure what.

Wren: I’d stop by if I didn’t live so far away.

Briar: At least someone missed me. You’re my favorite, Wren.

Charlie: Starts a new group chat…

Briar: *emotionless face emoji

I giggle as I tuck my phone into my pocket, coming to a standstill when I enter my bedroom. There’s a big white box tied with a red bow sitting in the middle of my bed. As I get closer, I notice a handwritten note on top.

Sugar,

I knew this would look amazing on you the second I saw it. We’ve got a date tonight, so take your time getting ready, and when Caleb and I get back, we’ll head out.

Ilove you,

Jensen

My breath catches as I open the box to reveal a dress inside—a baby-blue A-line with a side slit and straps that tie into bows on the shoulders. I remember passing a boutique in New York where I’d admired it in a window display. Jensen must have gone back to get it for me.

God, he’s the sweetest man. Not only is he an amazing father, but he’s always finding little ways to show he cares through thoughtful gestures, and I’ll never take them for granted.

After a long bubble bath, I do my hair and makeup, then head outside. I set up a pen for Ziggy out front so he can wait with me for Jensen and Caleb. After being cooped up in the barn while we were away—where Heath could keep an eye on him more easily—he’s clearly thrilled to be back in the grass, happy and carefree.

It’s not long before I spot a figure in the distance. As it gets closer, I see Caleb sitting up front on the horse, his small hands gripping the saddle horn, with Jensen behind him, one hand on the reins and the other wrapped loosely around Caleb’s waist. They’re smiling from ear to ear, and their joy is infectious. It makes me excited for all the memories we’ll share on the ranch together in the years to come.

When they reach the house, Jensen gently pulls on the reins, bringing the horse to a stop, and climbs down before helping Caleb dismount.

I step off the porch just as Caleb races toward me, and I catch him in a hug.

“Hey, little man. How was your first horseback ride?”

“So much fun! The horse’s name is Lucky and he movesreallyfast.” He throws his arms out to mimic the motion. “Dad promised we could go again next week!”

“That’s so exciting,” I say with a smile.

“He also said I’m having a sleepover at Mama Julie and Pops’ tonight, and we’re making cookies and watchingShrek.”

“Wow, sounds like fun.”

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