Hitching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 1)

“Yeah, my dad’s a doctor, and I’m the daughter who decided not to go that route.” The conversation flows easily, and I can see why Riley says she’s his favorite aunt. She actually listens.

Mila lets out a small laugh. “It’s almost funny in a way. You know, Riley’s Uncle Evan and Aunt Emily are doctors too. I’ve heard it was a big deal that Evan wanted to go to med school instead of working on the ranch. All the other brothers stayed here, which is what makes this family so special. They’ll accept you how you are and only want you to be happy.”

I look at her and feel tears well in my eyes. Acceptance is everything to me, considering my own family appears to have lost that ability. The fact that they’ve known me for two days and have already made me feel at home is almost too much to handle. My emotions threaten to bubble over at the thought of what reaction my parents will have when I’m forced to tell them.

When I came to the ranch, I never expected to fall in love with Riley’s family too, yet I am.

Chapter Eleven

Riley

Yesterday went better than I could’ve ever imagined. Since Zoey’s arrived, I haven’t been able to think about doing anything other than spending all my free time with her. Knowing she’s here to give us a real shot means everything to me. Not that I’m trying to convince her to stay, because it’s a choice she’ll have to make, but I want to show her what she’d be missing if she left for good.

I know my family’s shocked, but they’re the most supportive people I know. Zoey going to church with us yesterday meant a lot to my grandparents. It shows she’s trying, and that her reason for being here is legit.

When she’s the first thing on my mind when I wake up each morning, I know I have it bad. Hell, I won’t even deny it. I just wish she were in my bed with me so I could see her before work, but I don’t want to rush this either. Instead, I opt to text her.

Riley: I’ll be at the B&B at 9. Eat breakfast with me?

Zoey: That depends. Which cowboy is this?

I smirk, knowing damn well she’s messing with me.

Riley: The sexy one. The one you kissed last night. The one you’re married to.

Zoey: Hmm…not ringing any bells. Oh wait, do you wear a cowboy hat? And have a sexy swagger going on?

Riley: Everyone on this ranch wears a cowboy hat, sweetheart. But I’m the only one with swagger.

Zoey: Oh good, I picked right. Whew. Then yes, I’ll be there at 9. Look for the one who looks completely out of place with shorts and a tank top that says What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

I snort to myself. Zoey makes me smile like a damn fool, but I don’t even care. She’s beautiful, funny, and I love being around her. She’s cute without even having to try.

Riley: Oh, the irony.

Zoey: I bought it before the dare. But I kinda like it. Plus, it’s pink. My favorite color.

Riley: Duly noted. Look for the gorgeous lady in pink.

I hold back a groan as I imagine her perfect pink nipples I sucked on.

Zoey: What’s your favorite color?

Riley: Blue.

Zoey: Good to know.

I shoot her a winky emoji before sending another message.

Riley: Save me a spot. See you soon, wife!

I’m cheesing all the way to the shop. She was already up early, which is surprising, but maybe that means she fits in more than she realizes.

“Jesus, it looks like you have a hanger in your mouth.” Diesel rolls his eyes as we walk inside the office. Nothing could bring me down from this high. Not even his morning grumpiness.

“Better get used to it,” I singsong.

Fisher narrows his eyes the moment he sees me. “Are you still drunk from last night or something?”

Diesel chuckles, shaking his head.

“Nope. Sober as can be. What’s on the agenda today?” I ask before taking a sip of coffee.

“Your dad wants you in the shop to help him cut wood for the horse corral,” he says.

“What? Jackson’s building another one?” I ask because this is news to me.

“Yep. Kiera talked him into adding on.”

I smirk. Of course she did. Aunt Kiera could talk Jackson into almost anything.

“And what about me?” Diesel asks, folding his arms over his chest.

“Regular duties, then I need you to run into town for a pickup,” Fisher explains, looking down at his planner instead of at Diesel.

“Great. Bye.” He’s out the door before I’ve even moved my feet, mainly because he hates being around my cousin.

“You two ever gonna kiss and make up?” I ask Fisher.

“As soon as he pulls that stick out of his ass,” he remarks. “He’s the one with the problem. Not me.”