Darcy showed up at five-fifteen, and Heather met her at the end of the lane, right under the arch announcing her arrival at Grape Seed Ranch. A vibrant peach sat next to the huge G in the sign, and Heather wished they had peach trees on their property. But they only had wild ones, no trees that anyone actually took care of. Acres of grapes, sure. It was like the founder of Grape Seed Ranch had had an identity crisis and wasn’t sure what to call the ranch or what to grow on the land.
“How’s the arm?” Darcy asked, peering past Heather. “And who’s that?”
Heather whipped her attention out her window and saw Austin walking toward them. So maybe he was interested in Darcy, even if his brother wasn’t. “Do you want to meet a cowboy?” Heather turned back to Darcy.
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