“Already requested the time off. Told them I was visiting my sister who joined a commune.”
June laughs loudly.
“Well, you’re living with three men on a ranch in Montana. That’s basically a commune with horses.”
“Doubt that,” I answer.
“You share everything, work the land together, and probably have group meetings about feelings.”
“We don’t have—” I pause. “Okay, we had one about feelings, but that was Ridge’s idea, and it was awkward for everyone.”
June cackles. “Please tell me there were talking sticks involved.”
“Walker made a presentation,” I admit, and both of them lose it, laughing so hard that Meredith falls off the couch.
“I’m dead. I’m actually dead. Your boyfriend made a presentation about emotions.”
“Why do I tell you things?” I tease, gripping my hips.
“Because you love me.”
The front door suddenly opens, and all three of my cowboys walk in, looking dusty and pleased with themselves.
“Ladies,” Cash greets, tipping his hat. “How’s the unpacking?”
“Slow,” Meredith says. “Your girlfriend owns every book ever written.”
I shake my head, blowing kisses to my men.
Ridge picks up one of the boxes, checking the label. “This one just says ‘More Books.’?”
“I ran out of creative labels!” Meredith pipes up.
“How many boxes are there?” Walker asks, surveying the chaos.
“Twenty-three,” she announces. “I counted. Twenty-three boxes for someone who claimed she didn’t own much.”
“That’s not that many,” I say weakly.
“I moved here with one backpack,” Cash points out.
“You moved here with the clothes on your back and a bad attitude,” Ridge corrects.
“And look how that turned out.” Cash grins, pulling me against him for a kiss that’s entirely too heated for company.
“Get a room.” Meredith throws a sock at us—where did she even find a sock?
“This is our room,” Cash points out. “Whole house is our room.”
“Gross. Also, Meredith and I are going to the book club with Sophia this week,” June says.
“We are?” Meredith asks.
“We are,” June confirms. “You need to meet these small-town ladies who’ve introduced us to so many interesting books.”
June and I exchange looks and giggle, leaving Meredith slightly perplexed.
“Actually,” Walker says, his expression shifting to something more serious. “We just got some interesting news about our friend Ronan.”