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“I’d suggest taking a shower,” she heard behind her as she opened the bedroom door and stepped out of the room.

She pinned her lips together so she wouldn’t respond to that bullshit.

She escaped the farmhouse and managed to get back to her vehicle without any other delays, but on that walk, she realized that it hadn’t been only anger coloring his words.

There was also pain.

Chapter Nine

Dylan glancedup from his laptop when Dayne’s head appeared around the door frame to his office. The only difference between his and his twin’s face was the fact that Dayne’s included a grin and Dylan’s held a scowl.

“Brother…” Dayne started as the rest of his body appeared in the doorway.

“Is there a problem with the finances?”

His brother blew on his knuckles and scrubbed them over his chest. “Of course not. You know I’m a financial wizard.” He should be since he took six years to get his four-year degree in accounting.

Unlike Dylan, Dayne had decided in college that partying would be his major and accounting his minor. Needless to say, their parents had not been pleased with his screwing off, resulting in him having to fund those last two years entirely on his own.

“Then, why are you bugging me?”

The grin flattened and Dayne flopped into one of the chairs parked in front of the desk, hooking a denim-covered knee over the chair’s arm. “I can’t visit the person I shared a womb with?”

“Shared? More like crowded me.”

“Luckily, it didn’t take long for you to catch up to my superior size.”

Dylan leaned back in his leather office chair. “Some parts of me actually surpassed your size.”

The grin was back. “You’ve been hiding in your office the last couple of days.”

“Not true. I took Rebel for a ride.” Rebel was one of the dozen horses the ranch now owned. All twelve, plus two donkeys, were rescued from a kill auction down in Lancaster County where the perfectly good horses had been dumped for various reasons; most of which made his blood boil.

Dylan was determined to make the ranch a new beginning for more than only humans.

“Mmm. I saw one of the wranglers cooling him down. Looks like he went for a hard gallop.”

“He was restless and needed to stretch his legs.” They quickly figured out that Rebel was a retired racehorse and still loved to run. Dylan loved to give the Thoroughbred his head when he needed to clear his own. Only that hadn’t been doing the trick the last few days.

Dayne cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure it was Rebel who was restless and not you?”

“Why are you in here?”

“I come bearing good news.”

Dylan could use some. “Then, let’s hear it so I can get back to work.”

“You could use a break.”

Dylan lifted an eyebrow at his brother. “We only have three days until we’re officially open and guests arrive.”

“And we’re on track. You know why?”

Dylan didn’t bother to ask why because he would hear it whether he wanted to or not.

“Because you’re anal abouteverything.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

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