“Who says we can’t charge extra to take ’em out to see the Grunkle?” Wyatt’s languid drawl pulls me from my daze. It takes me a second to realize he’s talking about the endangered bird Stede McGraw invented to give the ranch protected status. I rub my temple. “Can’t charge guests for a bird that doesn’t exist.” Wyatt rolls his eyes. “I don’t know how you can take the most exciting subject and make it boring.” “Idiot,” Ford says affectionately, cuffing Wyatt on the head. I smirk, watching a scowl darken Wyatt’s face. A big brother’s job is to give our little brothers shit at every opportunity.
