“About time you dragged your sorry excuse for a mustache out this way, Heartford. Can’t have you damaging those soft hands of yours pretending to be a rancher full-time these days.” Stôrmand goddamn-pain-in-my-ass Lane hits me with a wink and curious blue eyes before nodding in the direction of the cooler propping up his boots. “Help yourself.” “Wild one.” I narrow my eyes on him, and the spot where his palm rests on the hip of the sweet brunette standing at his side, talking animatedly with Sage and Layla. “Good to see you two are still keeping it in the family.” Storm shoots a scowl my way
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