“Welp, Miss Luck, since you’re here to see your ranch, let’s get to it. Sawyer, tack up an extra horse.” I bite back a laugh at the flicker of panic in Mollie’s eyes. “A horse? For me?” “Cash,” Wyatt says. “Just take the ATV. It’s too hot—” I hold up a hand. “ATV can’t get where we’re goin’.” “I don’t ride,” Mollie says. “Or I haven’t ridden in…a really long time.” “You best pick it back up if you wanna run this ranch.” She stares at me, nostrils flaring. That fire. Fuck me if it don’t make my skin feel two sizes too tight—
