Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“We brought a gift.” Tully shows me the iced lemonade and signature box from Whisked Away. She’s trying to butter me up, that’s for sure. Birdie gives me a hug first, then Tully does the same, but with her arms full it’s kind of more like an air hug.
“Are those my favorite?” I've had a few cravings lately— watermelon, sandwiches galore, and lemon anything when it comes to sweet treats. Everything else is just okay in my eyes.
“They are, but there’s a caveat. You see, we still don’t know where you and Lawson will eventually call home.” Tully walks us back to where my desk is, Birdie is pulling the chairs around my desk, and I do the same with mine. I’m not sitting behind it like some stodgy businessperson when my friends or, well, family is here.
“And I need to make a decision in order to get the dessert Maeve would have brought me anyways?” My house isn’t near Lawson’s, which in turn means I’m not near their place where they reside with their men. Each brother has a house, trees act as a barrier, and while you can walk to every house, it still takes a little bit.
“Because, dang it, it’s almost baby time. We’re trying to plan a baby shower. Which is hard to do when we have zero hints on theme or style or size. No offense, but Lawson’s place is bigger. More baby stuff, more shopping for us to spoil him or her.” Tully is expressing her opinion, and she’s not wrong at all. I already know where we’ll eventually end up together, except the first person I’ll tell will be Lawson, not his sisters-in-law.
“Also, just putting it out there, the brothers are free this week. There are no rodeos, things are finally settling down for the hay season, and it’d be the perfect time.” Birdie opens the box. Unlike Tallulah, who was holding the lemon-flavored cupcakes hostage, she doesn’t.
“I already know where we’ll be living. As for the nursery, I’ve got a couple of things planned out, and I’ve been working on the macrames I’ll be making as well.” I’ve downloaded a few patterns for the walls, a toy hanger that can be nestled in the corner, and then of course a mobile with feather and flower designs.
“Good, so this weekend, then?” Tully pushes.
“Hush, you’re ruining my sweet treat,” I say around a mouthful, letting the flavors rush over me. The girls laugh, and I’m about to grab my second dessert. If I can’t have as much caffeine as I want, I may as well enjoy another cupcake.
TWENTY-TWO
LAWSON
“Are you shitting my dick right now?” Our bull is on the wrong side of the fence and is currently heading straight for the neighbor's heifers. Plural. That damn horny bastard won’t stop until he damn near falls over. Which is another issue in itself. Getting the big guy loaded in a trailer is going to suck.
“Damn it, Amos is going to kick my ass.” Amos Ellison has been Trey’s friend forever, similar to how Fletch is for me, except they’ve known each other a hell of a lot longer. Amos runs and operates his own ranch, passed down from his dad. His mom had passed when his sister, Sienna, was ten, and now that his dad is gone, well, he’s doing the bulk of the work and trying his damnedest to keep the farm running.
“You act like you opened the damn fence for Renegade to go on his land. We’ll figure this shit out.” These types of things happen. It sucks, but we all do our part. Since it was our bull that trampled two sets of barbed wire fence, it’ll depend on Amos what he’d like to do. In the past, we’d pay a fee but get first choice of a baby once they are born.
“Renegade is a pain in the ass. Tell me again why we didn’t take him to the butcher?” It’s a running joke that he’s more of a nuisance than a stud, until calving season rolls around, and then he produces.
“Because he makes us a lot of cake. Call Amos. I’m going to call Dean and Lane to bring the truck and trailer.” I was out checking fences with Trey when we noticed the break. A quick look and it was clear as day, we saw what had happened. There’s no such thing as a day off when it comes to working a ranch.
“Yeah, I will.” We stay mounted on our horses. I’m on Ghost, my black quarter horse, and Trey is on Mist, a quarter horse as well, except her coloring is that of a blue roan. Trey almost shot his shit when she became available, one of the rarest colors, and he had no problem driving three states to get her either.