Page 57 of The Brothers at Horseshoe Ranch

I grinned at his evasiveness. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t answer the question.”

“Okay. Well, what’s your question?”

“I was just curious if you thought they were like … soulmates or something.”

He laughed. “I don’t know that I believe in soulmates if I’m honest.”

“You don’t believe in soulmates?”

“Don’t tell me you do?”

“I kind of do.

“Do you believe that Beau is your soulmate?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Anyway, stop asking me about Beau. I asked you a question about Sadie and Wyatt.”

“Okay. Do I think that they’re made for each other? Yes. Do I think that they are secretly in love? I don’t know.”

“You don’t know or you won’t say?”

He groaned. “Fine. I think that they should be together. But will they ever get together? Who knows. Wyatt’s stubborn and Sadie is clueless.”

“You don’t think either one of them knows?”

“I’m pretty sure neither one of them knows,” he chuckled. “Trust me.”

“Oh, that’s so sad. You guys don’t want to help him figure it out?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “One thing you never do is interfere with someone else’s love life. It never goes well.”

“Okay. I will take your word for it.”

“Trust me. It never goes well.”

“Okay.”

“Hold on,” he said as his phone started ringing. “It’s my mom.”

“Okay.”

“Hey, Mom. What’s going on? I’m going to put you on speakerphone, okay?”

“Okay,” I heard Amelia’s voice as he put it on speakerphone.

“Lucy and I are just here at the cabin.”

“I was wondering where you were. You’ve been so long. You guys need to get back. Beau wants to take Lucy on a picnic for lunch.”

“Oh,” Austin’s lips thinned, and he looked over at me. I dropped my gaze, not knowing what to say.

“Yeah, so could you ride her down to the river? He wants to do a picnic by the river and then maybe they’ll go kayaking.”

“You want me to take Lucy down to the river so that she and Beau can have a picnic? Am I invited?”

“Austin, seriously?” Amelia laughed. “Of course you’re not invited. This is a romantic lunch between your brother and his possible bride.”

“Really, Mom? You don’t think you’ve meddled enough?”

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