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ROMAN
I’d bought a property near Whisper Ranch a few years earlier. After clearing the brush, I’d had my dream home built. Part log cabin, part mansion, this would be my forever home. And now I had someone to share it all with.
“Here we are,” I said as we came up to the gated entrance.
“Circle E?” Brynn asked.
“E is the first letter of my last name, Ethridge. It’s not quite the size of most ranches in Texas. Only a couple hundred acres.”
“Only a couple hundred, huh?” Her smile made my heart melt. “Plenty big enough to be called a ranch in my book. The trees are huge out here.”
“This was an undeveloped property when I bought it. Nothing but big trees with underbrush. I had the underbrush removed but left every single big tree. There are several varieties of oak trees. But my favor
