“Did you find out what Reese’s story is, Ford?” Ruby asks, settling on Charlie’s lap. Annoyed, I cross my arms. There are too many people bringing up Reese and making her my problem. “It’s none of my business.” “The girl’s on my ranch,” Charlie reminds me, adjusting Ruby in his arms. “We need to know who’s on the property.” Davis accentuates his point with a punch to his keyboard. “I don’t want trouble this year.” I’d roll my eyes, but Davis is right.
