Page 19 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
Current survival status:
Found good coffee (critical)
Located bakery with life-changing Portuguese tarts (extra critical)
Survived an attempted murder on me by livestock (barely)
May have accidentally inherited three Alpha cowboys along with the ranch (help)
The guesthouse they’ve put me up in looks like something out of a fairy tale. I’m literally sitting in a hanging chair in a reading nook, surrounded by books and definitely not thinking about the cowboys. Nope. Not thinking about them at all.
Send wine. Send chocolate. Send a guide onHow to Not Develop Feelings for Cowboys Who Technically Work for You but Also Kind of Don’t.
Will report back tomorrow if I survive.
City Omega out.(From the country. The irony isn’t lost on me.)
Ipost it, and within minutes, it gets likes and comments from my regular readers. The familiar ritual of engagement soothes something in me. At least this part of my life hasn’t changed.
My phone suddenly rings. Meredith.
I answer immediately.
“Hey, I’m back,” she says. “Zoom call from hell is over, I’ve got wine in hand, and I just rereadyour blog post. So I’m double caffeinated, slightly tipsy, and triple needy for details. Spill. How’s the trip?”
I let out a long breath. “Well, remember how this was supposed to be a quick one? Sign some papers, come home?”
“Yeah?”
“Plot twist. I have to live here for three months, or I lose the inheritance.”
Dead silence. Then: “WHAT?”
“Right? And there are three Alpha cowboys who basically already live here and thought they were buying the place. So now I’m the evil city witch squatting in their home.”
“Okay, okay, slow down. Three Alpha cowboys? Sophia Marie Hollis, why would you bury the lead like this?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Tell me what they’re like. Scale of gas-station calendar to Marvel movie.”
I groan into my hand. “Marvel movie. Possibly the director’s cut with bonus footage. Very high-definition.”
