“He has a plan for the money. We’ll cross that bridge if we get there.” “When. When we get there. City Girl ain’t gonna last a day. The will said she had to actively manage the ranch, right?” “Cash.” Goody’s tone is laced with warning. “I don’t need to tell you to play nice, right?” “I don’t play. And I’m not nice.” That soft smile of hers is back. “Horseshit.”
