Prologue
JOHN
TEN MONTHS AGO
“You smell like s**t,” Jackson, my i***t twin brother, says the second I walk through the side door of the bed and breakfast I manage.
“Thanks for noticing.” I grunt. Reaching behind my neck, I pull off my T-shirt that’s filled with sweat and dirt and use it to wipe off my forehead and neck. “Maybe if you were on time for once, I wouldn’t have had to do your job.”
“I would’ve done it,” he insists, but I know better. The horses need to be fed on a schedule, especially when they’re giving trail rides in the afternoons. Jackson decided to sleep in after partying all night, which happens to be a regular occurrence. Running my family’s B&B doesn’t give me that luxury, because guests know when they’re being fed late. If I stay out all night, I still have to get
