“Oh shit.” His tone turns serious. “Yeah, and one of my best friends needs—” “What the fuck, Bash? I thought I was your best friend.” “I said one of, you big baby.” I can hear the low rumble of amusement from the other end of the line. “Anyway, if you’re done being a territorial little bitch, I’ll finish my story. One of my best friends runs a training operation, a ranch with thirty horses, and he’s currently under an evacuation alert. It’s not an order—”
