“Pretty sure he knows he can’t stop you at this point.” I chuckle as we walk outside.
I get in my Jeep, then go to meet her there. The sun has already set, and I’m reminded why I despise the winter months. It gets dark way too early. As soon as I park, I see how many vehicles are lined up outside, then realize the ranch hands are here for dinner. When I enter the B&B, I jump in the buffet line and fill a plate with a huge chicken fried steak and pile of mashed potatoes. Moments later, Harper arrives, grabs some food, then sits across from me.
She leans in and whispers, “Kane’s coming.”
“You sure it’s him?”
She playfully rolls her eyes. “Yes, I’m positive. You’re not the only one who can tell them apart.”
The chair beside me slides out, and then he sits down with a mountain of food. “T
