Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

What the hell just happened? And how can I still smell City Girl’s perfume, even though she left? “You’re serious.” I turn to Goody. “Garrett left the ranch to her.” Goody nods as she folds a manila file. “That’s what the will says, yes.” “Then we’re fucked.” “You don’t know that.” “I do, though. If he’d left the ranch to me—” My voice catches. I look away, tapping the bottom of my fist against the table. “I’d take care of it. The people. The land. The animals. She’s in charge, all of that goes to shit.” “You don’t know that,” Goody repeats. She opens a zippered pouch on the table beside the folder. “She wore pink cowboy boots, Goody.” I wince. “Shiny ones. New ones.” “Be that as it may, let the dust settle, and then we’ll see what happens. We have to respect Garrett’s wishes.” Pushing up to my feet, I grab my hat. “I respect Garrett more’n anyone. That’s why I won’t let this stand.” “He did leave you something.” “What’s that?” She digs into the pouch and holds out a key. “A lockbox. It’s here at the Lonestar.”