CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ZOEY
FIVE MONTHS LATER
Christmas on the ranch is something I’ve looked forward to for months, and now that the temperature has significantly dropped, I’m even more excited. The B&B is decorated with colorful lights, candy canes, and fake snow, and I adore it so much. Not to mention the holiday music and eggnog available at all hours of the day. The Bishop women got together and strung lights, made homemade cookies, and put up the famous twelve-foot tree. It was the most fun I’ve had during the holidays since I was a kid.
When I moved to Texas, my parents were pissed, but I didn’t care. I’d embarrassed them for calling off the wedding with Benjamin, and I refused to apologize for it because my heart knew what was right. The day I packed my s**t and left, their hold on
