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Ryan didn’t feel like walking into the kitchen and getting ambushed by his mother and grandfather. He already knew what the talk of the day would be on this farm: Megan Carlisle.

Ryan didn’t know what it was about Megan that all his good intentions flew out the window the moment his eyes rested on the sexy blonde, but for some reason, he couldn’t stay away from her.

Perhaps he had to face reality and admit to himself that this could be more than just a strong physical attraction. Instead of going out for his monthly cousin's night out, he would pay Megan a visit tonight.

CHAPTER NINE

Megan opened Vic’s laptop and waited on Ivanka’s face to show up on her screen.

“Hey, lucky bitch. You miss me already?” Ivanka asked with a loving smile.

From all of her friends from the Puffy Lips, Ivanka had been one of the few staying in contact after Megan quit her job almost a week ago.

“I do miss you! How are you?” Megan asked.

“Fine. We’ve got some new guys in town. A group of bikers comes in every night, spending top dollar.”

Megan could use some top dollar right about now. This afternoon, she’d heard from the executor that Vic had left debts with almost everyone. And this meant that now Megan was in debt to almost everyone, since she’d promised Vic to never sell the farm.

Even with these worries about keeping her head afloat, she’d come to see that she actually didn’t miss her old job for a second. Nor did she miss the vibrant but raw and often ugly city of Vegas.

She missed the jokes, the stories and the sisterhood with some of the dancing girls, but Megan came to realize in the past few days that this new start was actually a blessing for her little family of three.

Megan would be damn sure to make this farm thing work—even if she had to ask a certain hot cowboy for help.

“How about you? You look… rested?”

Megan snorted. She knew she looked horrible in her stupid onesie.

“Is that a nice way of telling me I look like the dead? Because you’re absolutely right: I was born tired and I’ve since suffered a relapse.”

“Are you hittin’ me with Texas sayings already?” Ivanka asked while back combing her gorgeous natural red hair.

“What time do you need to be on stage?”

Ivanka popped her bubble gum. “In five.”

“Did Jake easily find a replacement for me?”

Ivanka rolled her eyes. “Yeah. This chick is so slow, she pours drop for drop.”

Megan laughed out loud.

“It’s good hearing you laugh again. I know things have been hard after your mother died just two weeks before finding and losing your great-grandfather on the same day.”

“Thanks. I’m actually starting to feel like this is where the girls and I should be.”

“Good. Even though we all miss you; you’re better off far away from this joint.”

Ivanka turned her head and talked to somebody off camera.

“I need to go.”

Megan smiled. “Go get them.”

“You know I will. Give the girls a kiss for me,” Ivanka said.

“I will.”

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