“IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!” Brita opened a window and stuck her head out, inhaling the cool, clean, country air, tinged with smoke. “I never guessed it would be so nice.”
Percy smiled. “Peyton’s done an excellent job.”
She put the window back up and turned around, fixing Alf with her trademark cop look. “You didn’t bring weapons, right?”
Alf glanced at Clovis. “Why does she always look at me when she asks that?”
Clovis shrugged. “The woman has trust issues. Apparently you have a dishonest face.”
Percy snorted and slowed as another car passed them coming from the ranch.
Alf looked aghast. “I have a dishonest face? Have you ever looked in a mirror? Ax murderers cross the road to stay out of your space.”
Clovis lifted a single, red-blond eyebrow at his older brother. “I’m in the military, bro
