Chapter Two
EMILY
“Please?” Kiera bats her eyelashes, folding her hands in a begging hold. “Don’t make me go alone.”
Leave it to Kiera Young, my friend from my early college days, to master the sad puppy eyes, lower trembling pouty lip, and sweet, high-pitched baby voice to get what she wants.
“I’m not going to know anyone!” I protest for the fifth time since we’ve been FaceTiming.
“Which is perfect!” she exclaims. “This will be a chance to meet new people! The Bishop family is like the family, Em. They own a huge ranch on ten thousand acres, passed down for generations, and they know everyone, which could be good for you.”
I wrinkle my nose in disagreement. “How so?”
“Well, unless you want to be a nun for the rest of your life, it could help you branch out and network. It’s importa
