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“Then you gotta get up before noon.” He chuckles. “We start chores at five every morning.”
“Shit, that’s early. But count me in. I want to do it all.”
“We’ll pick you up first thing in the morning, then. You’ll get to meet the rest of the family, too.” Weston smirks.
“I already met your dad. At least, I think he was your dad. He was the right age. Bo.”
“Yup. That’s our old man.”
It’s getting dark and my stomach is telling me that I’m ready for dinner. I also need to text my mom back.
“I should get going. Thank you for the tour.”
I take a deep breath, feeling more at peace than I have in a long time, and start the walk back to my cabin.
“We’ll drive you Hellcat!” Wyatt calls.
“No need,” I shout over my shoulder. “Some exercise will do me good and I wanna take in the scenery again.”
I grab my phone from my jeans pocket and draft a final text to my mother.
Me: I appreciate your concern, but I’m 24 and this is my decision. I need to live my life for me,not for anyone else. I hope you can understand that.
I hit send and put it back in my pocket, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.
CHAPTER FOUR
My eyes are glued to her ass. Fucking hell it looks so damn good in those tight jeans. The further she walks away, the more I’m itching to go after her.
“Come on.” Wyatt nudges my arm. “We better get back to the house before Dad comes looking for us, or sends one of the others out to find us.”
We might be grown and starting lives of our own, but two things we’ve all agreed to are: to build a house on the ranch and live there with our families and to come home for family supper whenever we’re able to.
I don’t look away until she’s out of sight. Swinging my gaze Wyatt’s way, I give him a playful grin. “How hard was it to keep yourself from eye fucking her the whole day?”
“Wait, were we supposed to not do that?” he asks, raising a brow. We both burst into chuckles.
“She’s something.” I sigh dreamily as we walk toward the house. All we did was show Emma around the ranch yet I enjoyed every moment of it.
I hung onto every word that came out of her pretty pink lips, wanting to get any bit of information out of her that I could. To know whatever she was willing to tell.
She’s a city girl, a rich one at that, based on some of the things she mentioned. You couldn’t tell though. The way she didn’t bat an eye as she walked through the mud and over piles of crap in the stalls.
It was the moments she took the time to talk to the animals, the genuine happiness that lit up her face as she gave them some love.
I know she’s married, and I’ve tried to tell my brain that. I even stayed up last night staring at the ceiling, scolding myself. Didn’t stop me from thinking about her bright red hair and personality to match. Or the fact that just thinking about her made me hard.
And after today, actually getting to spend some time with her? Yeah, it’s only going to get worse from here.
One thing about me and my brother is, when we want something, almost next to nothing can stop us.
When we step into the house, we’re met with the smell of a good homemade meal. Laughter and chatter sound through the house.
“Hey, everyone. Damn, Pops, that smells good.” I walk over and step behind him, reaching around to grab a chicken drumstick.
“Wash your damn hands, boy.” He slaps my hand before I can get anything.
“Rude,” I huff and sneak a kiss on Sophia’s cheek, who’s standing next to him, making a plate. “Hey, little sis.”
