Page 13 of The Guy Who Stole My Ranch

Unknown Number:I’m staying near Whitehall tonight and was wondering if you’d like to meet for breakfast in the morning. An apology for Frank ruining your lunch.

I had to read the message three times to make sure I’d gotten it right.

William Harris, billionaire and CEO, wanted to take me to breakfast?

It’s a date.

I pushed that thought away. Billionaires didn’t date curvy girls.

But then again, free food was good food.

I glanced over my shoulder at my brothers, who were talking, and sent a quick text to Victoria.

Brooke:William just asked me to breakfast.

Victoria answered immediately.

Victoria:Free food is good food!

I laughed.

Brooke:I was thinking the same thing!

Victoria:He probably feels bad that Frank accosted you. Let him buy you breakfast. He’s a nice guy once you get past the stiff exterior.

I wasn’t sure there was a way past the stiff exterior, but Victoria had taken a liking to the guy, so he couldn’t be all bad.

Victoria:Is there a place you like to go but don’t like to pay for?

There was.

Victoria:If so, have him take you there.

“Brooke!” my dad hollered from the front door.

I glanced over my shoulder and found that everyone else had gone inside.

I sent Victoria a thumbs up, then answered William.

Brooke:Good to hear from you. I accept your offer of breakfast. Mama’s Diner in Whitehill. What time?

He answered before I got to the top of the stairs.

Unknown Number:Is 6am too early?

A morning person. That was something that we had in common.

Brooke:Nope. See you there.

I walked into my dad’s house and found Dad and Kathline sitting on the love seat opposite the huge TV on the wall that showed Danny’s face. He waved as I came in, and I waved at the computer on the coffee table.

Danny, Rick’s twin, was a trainer for a professional football team in Kansas City. He often had a weird schedule that kept him from hanging out with us, on the internet or otherwise. Todd always took personal offense to Danny’s sporadic attendance at our family gatherings.

I thought Todd needed to chill out.

Mindy had the boys sequestered to one couch, so I moved to the other one. Rick tried to take the end so I had to sit in the middle, but I shot him a killer glare, and he moved over.

Curvy girls did not have to sit in the middle.

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