Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
And for the first time in a week, I don’t have to work at either job.
I can admit that I’m exhausted, but not in a bad way. My first week with Holly and Johnny was great, and I was able to keep up at the coffee shop, as well, which is exactly what I was hoping for. So far, everyone seems happy, and I was able to give Brooks the go-ahead to get started on the car repairs.
Yeah, I’m going to be tired from working two jobs for a while, but that’s okay. I don’t mind.
With half of my cup consumed, I reach for my phone and open the ‘gram so I can see what all my cousins are up to. It looks like a few of them went out on the town last night, so I heart the posts and comment on a few.
I’m glad that Zoey and Millie talked me into being on the app, even if I’m incognito, so I can keep up with everyone. Speaking of Millie, I search her name and immediately give her a follow, and then notice that she posted a photo an hour ago from out at the ranch.
The caption reads, Sunrises at the ranch FTW!
Holy shit, the photo of the mountains is just incredible, with the first rays of sunshine touching the peaks almost lovingly. The mountains in this area always take my breath away, but I haven’t seen the ones in this photo out at the ranch. And the trees! They’re so green and beautiful.
I never thought I’d be the girl who has a thing for trees, but here we are.
Closing out the app, I bring up Millie’s number and shoot her a text.
Me: You’re up early! I didn’t know you were spending the weekend at the ranch. How big is it, anyway? I haven’t even seen those mountains, and I spent all week there!
I sip my coffee as I see the three dots start to dance on the screen, indicating that Millie is typing out a response.
Millie: I bunked with Brady last night! Girl, you should come out here today! Come now. It’s a big day on the ranch that you shouldn’t miss. I can show you around, including where I took that pic. Wear clothes that can get super jacked up and come on!
I’d planned to get some chores done today. Groceries, cleaning, all the things that I haven’t had a chance to do since I’ve been working two jobs. I haven’t even seen Roger all week, and I should look in on him.
But I really do love the ranch, and I’m curious to see more of it. I really want to see where she took that photo.
When I don’t answer right away, Millie sends another message.
Millie: Get your ass out here, Montgomery.
That makes me laugh, so I stand and wiggle out of the blanket as I reply.
Me: I’ll be there in an hour.
It takes less than that for me to dress in old jeans and old sneakers, along with a Nash concert T-shirt, and drive Remington’s Suburban out to the ranch.
At first, I hated this huge SUV. It’s ginormous. Parking it is a bitch, even with all the cameras and sensors on it.
But there was a day during the week when another storm blew through, making the roads icy, and I felt completely safe in the big vehicle with the kids. Much safer than I would have felt in either the loaner or even my car.
I hate to admit that Grumpy was right, but he was. This is the safer choice if I’m going to be driving his children around, and I won’t argue about it again.
Even though I like arguing with Remington. It’s just so…easy. And, if I’m being honest with myself, it’s sexy. Remington Wild is maybe the sexiest man I’ve ever met, and I guess that means that I like broody men because I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen him smile. Of course, he always aims them at the kids. I don’t know what I’d do if he ever smiled directly at me. Probably strip naked and beg, which isn’t exactly normal for me.
He makes me feel things that are purely unprofessional.
Millie’s waiting for me when I pull up in front of the main farmhouse, and she grins when I get out of the car.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” she says as she wraps her arms around me and gives me a hug. “You can watch us brand and castrate the calves.”
“I’m not branding or castrating anything,” I stress. “I’m not a cowboy. You can’t make me do it. Maybe I’ll just go back home.”
“Don’t worry, city girl,” she says with a laugh. “You don’t have to. I want to show you around the ranch a little, and you can just watch what we do when everyone else gets here. All the families from the neighboring ranches come to help each other out.”