Page 11 of Dirty Ginger

Hayes chuckled. “He did look good sporting that nose.”

Beckett slid his glanced sideways and gave a grin he doubted looked amused. “He did.”

A long moment passed as a tractor drove by, the slight breeze carrying the fresh scents of timothy hay in his neighbor’s fields. On one hand, rage simmered that she’d pay that prick off. On the other hand, he liked her jumping in to save him from jail time. It gave him hope that somehow, someway, he’d win her back and she’d never know what a broken heart felt like again.

“So,” Hayes eventually said, breaking the silence. “What’s the plan now?”

Beckett looked his way with an arched eyebrow. “With Amelia?”

“Yeah.”

Beckett focused back on his house. So many wonderful memories were held there. All the hours Amelia spent watching Beckett as he trained for the rodeo under his grandfather’s guidance. All the rides they’d gone on, exploring the Duncan land on horseback. His gaze found the barn, the hayloft being the very spot that Beckett had taken Amelia’s virginity. Knowing there was nothing he wouldn’t do now to get her back in this house with him, he grinned at Hayes. “I hope she throat punches that asshole, and then I’m going to give her hell for paying a debt that belonged to me.”

Hayes laughed. “Sounds like a damn good plan to me.”

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