“Do you think Loretta saw?” Dolly asked, stretching to see if her sister was in the crowd.

“I think she was too busy selling paintings,” Nash replied.

Nash’s phone buzzed. He glanced down and saw a text from Miles.Got ’em. I owe you one. I’ll be in touch.

Nash laughed quietly. He thought about his old life at the bureau, when following the rules to the letter had been everything to him. But looking at Dolly smiling up at him, he knew he had everything he needed right here. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

Just then, his phone rang again. Shelby’s name lit up the screen. Nash answered, hoping for good news.

“The FBI found drugs in sealed containers in the Rocky Ridge Ranch trailers under the dirty hay,” Shelby said loud enough for Dolly to hear. Dolly leaned in closer.

“They were hiding it under cow shit?” Dolly said, eyebrows raised.

“Apparently, one of the cows stepped on a container and shattered it. We almost had a cocaine cow at the petting zoo.” Shelby’s voice had a dark humor to it.

“What’ll happen to the petting zoo animals?” Nash asked, glancing at Dolly.

“Most of the smaller ones have temporary homes, but Donnan and his mother are going to be impounded.”

“Let me handle this,” Dolly said, taking out her phone and calling her sister Reba.

“Reba, can you convince Shane to keep Donnan and his mother at the Viking Ranch? They’ve got plenty of room, right?”

“Wait!” Nash heard Reba screech. “You won’t adopt a kitten for me, but you want me to take in two cows?”

“Please, Reba? They’re going to be impounded if you don’t.”

Nash heard some grumbling, but eventually, Reba agreed to take in the Highland cows.

Dolly leaned her head on Nash’s shoulder.

“So, now that you’ve stopped a drug-smuggling operation and ousted Blevins as co-CEO, what’s next?” she asked.

“Maybe I’ll set up a private investigation office in Dallas,” Nash said with a smile.

“Really?” Dolly’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I think that’s a great idea. Maybe I could help with the social media side of things?”

“We make a good team.”

“We do. And you know what?” Dolly said playfully. “You can still be a rodeo cowboy on weekends.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“There’s got to be something you’re good at.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said dryly.

“I mean, you can’t rely on Donnan for your whole career,” Dolly teased, snuggling closer. Nash kissed her hair, breathing inher floral scent. She was all he needed. Anything else would just be the cherry on top of the sundae.

Epilogue

Loretta paced thenarrow aisle of the Winnebago, each step a testament to her frayed nerves. She chewed on her thumbnail, a bad habit from childhood that resurfaced whenever she was upset. Pausing at the small kitchenette, she wondered if she should make herself something to eat, although the thought of food turned her stomach at the moment. The hum of the refrigerator served as a monotonous soundtrack to her swirling thoughts.

A text buzzed in and she spared a glance at her phone. It was Dolly telling her that she had the Winnebago all to herself tonight because she was spending the night with Nash setting up his new PI office in Dallas.

Is that what they’re calling it these days?she texted back, a bubble of happiness for her sister soothing some of the anxiety in her gut.

All of Loretta’s sisters were coupling up and settling down—Dolly with Nash, Reba with Shane, LeAnn with Dylan. Meanwhile, Loretta’s love life was a mess of epic proportions.