CHAPTER 28 | Ellie
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The next day, I have barely enough time to finish putting away Beckon before Holly pulls in, ready to pick Wren and me up for the wedding shop appointment. She angles her vintage orange Bronco in next to the farm trucks and jumps out, looking like a million bucks in a tight mini skirt and loose tank. Her blond hair looks almost white in the sunlight.
“Coming!” I yell to her, running up from Beckon’s paddock. My boots crunch across the gravel parking lot. “Like five minutes! I swear!”
“Dude.” She pulls her tortoise shell sunglasses halfway down her nose to eye me. “You better take longer than five minutes. I am not spending all day with you when you smell like a goat.” She takes a whiff of me and makes a face. “A dead goat.”
“I feel a tackle hug coming on, H
