“She’s just not in the bunkhouse.” Inhaling a deep breath, I looked up to the main house, my brows coming together. I could understand Val inviting her to stay in the guest room, but I also knew Denver wouldn’t allow that. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out Denver Langston wasn’t a fan of my ex. He would allow her to stay on his ranch, but in his house? That was a far stretch. “Valerie found her then, yeah?” I assumed. Mags dropped the bud of his cigarette on the ground, putting his boot over it and grinding it into the dirt and gravel. “She’s at Mason’s, Beau.” My head jerked.
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