Page 6 of Billionaire Unforgettable: Tanner

“I don’t mind,” I told my brothers. “She doesn’t ask for much. It’s not a problem.”

Honestly, I’d be happy if my mother would let us do more for her.

After my father had passed away four years ago, she’d decided to lease a lot of the ranch’s land to other farmers and ranchers, but there was still plenty for her to do alone around the property.

She insisted that caring for her home and a few horses wasn’t a burden, but she wasn’t getting any younger, and we didn’t see it that way.

“She’s up to something,” Devon warned.

I shrugged. “She wants me to drop off some donuts. I don’t know how something like that can have some kind of ulterior motive.”

Devon shot me a dubious glance as we walked out of the restaurant. “If Mom is doing something out of the ordinary, there has to be something behind it.”

“It is unusual for her,” Kaleb said thoughtfully as he unlocked his vehicle. “But I have to agree with Tanner. Getting her donuts isn’t exactly a nefarious request. You’re being paranoid, Devon.”

“Don’t say that I didn’t warn you,” Devon grumbled as he walked to his vehicle parked next to Kaleb’s. “Bring us some donuts.”

“We just ate breakfast,” I reminded him.

“I’ll be hungry in a few hours,” he answered.

Kaleb grinned. “I like the chocolate bars, cream filled.”

“I’ll get enough for the whole crew,” I said as I left, walking toward Main Street.

Sweet Mornings was just down the street. There was no point in taking my SUV.

After the huge breakfast I’d just consumed, and considering the donuts I was going to eat later, I probably needed the exercise.

The small town was bustling because it was a weekend.

It was after nine, so all of the shops were open, and small groups of people were gathered on the sidewalks to trade gossip and news.

It was fall in Montana, but we’d been blessed with an incredibly warm fall this year, and everyone liked being able to be outside for extended periods of time when the weather was decent.

Crystal Fork was a typical small town. I didn’t know everyone personally, but I was familiar with a lot of the faces because I’d grown up here.

I’d said “good morning” to a lot of people by the time I reached Sweet Mornings.

The folks around here might be into everyone’s business, but most of them were welcoming and polite.

I stopped short as the glass door to Sweet Mornings came into view.

“Fuck!” I cursed under my breath as I saw who was manning the counter this morning.

Hannah.

My ex had been back in town since her mother had suffered a heart attack several months ago.

We’d managed to avoid running into each other directly for months now.

Devon’s ominous warning floated through my head as I stared at the beautiful, dark haired woman at the counter of Sweet Mornings.

Now I was skeptical, too.

Had my mother somehow known that Hannah would be here?

That theory made sense because she was so close to Hannah’s mother, Joy.

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