Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

“As ranch life is”—Goody clears her throat—“clearly not a passion of yours, Mollie, I suggest you establish residency here in Hartsville as soon as possible. The sooner the clock starts, the sooner you’ll get your stipends, and the sooner you’ll be able to go back to your life in Dallas.” “She won’t last a week,” Cash mutters. “You’re not going to last another minute if you keep insulting me.” I open my eyes to glare at him. “I don’t know what my dad saw in you, but it’s obvious he was a piss-poor judge of character. Seriously, leave.” “I’m not goin’ anywhere until I know Lucky Ranch ends up in the right hands.” Goody rises. “How about we take five?” Jamming the cap back onto my pen, I throw it into my bag, along with my planner. “I’m done here. Goody, you’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” “Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out,” I hear Cash say as I stalk out of the conference room. “Wait, Mollie—Miss Luck—” Zach rises from behind his desk, but I zoom past him and out into miserable afternoon heat.