Chapter Six
“Coffee, beer, something stronger?” Morgan called out from behind the huge island in the kitchen of Ric and Chelsea’s townhouse.
Laura was in the bathroom off the hallway, and Andy could hear the water running. Devon leaned against the sink, thumbing through his phone.
“Sure, coffee would work,” said Sara, leaning on the island on both her elbows. She pushed back her hair. “Water first, though.”
He wished she hadn’t been so damn stubborn and had stayed home. He’d told Jeremy to stay and handle everything on the ranch for him—and to keep an eye on Zac, who was in those teenage years where trouble could easily find him. In reality, though, Gabriel would be his contact, doing the ugly work of overseeing and handling everything else. Then there was his daughter’s wedding, which
