“What can I help you with?” I manage. “I have some news.” My stomach dips. I place the photo in the bag and zip it up. “Good or bad?” “Depends.” I can’t read her expression. Her eyes have this funny, knowing gleam in them. Turning, I lean the backs of my legs against my desk and cross my arms. “Let’s get it over with, then.” “Mollie’s coming to the ranch.”
