Page 129 of Pumpkin Spice Promises

Beau stood in front of the newly repaired section of fencing at Marigold Ranch, one arm extended toward the camera in a terrible attempt at a selfie. Behind him, Jax had clearly realized what was happening and was flipping him off.

A loud laugh bubbled from my chest, gaining Clover’s attention who was already walking back to our little table with the soup. I immediately turned the phone over on the table because I knew she would tease me.

“Who was that?”

“Nobody.”

“That was not a nobody laugh.”

My phone buzzed again. I ignored it.

“Is it Beau?”

“No, why on earth would it be your brother?”

“Your face says otherwise, you’re blushing.” Heat crept up my neck as she caught me red handed. I stared at her, biting my tongue while she looked absolutely delighted.

“I’m leaving if you don’t stop.”

“And waste this perfectly good soup?” She feigned shock. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“No more questions about your brother.”

She nodded, and we ate our soup in silence, except for when she shared more ideas about decorating the ranch. Hunter hadn’t come over, busy with his phone and a cup of coffee June had given him. When Clover and I finished the soup and sandwiches, I got up to leave, giving her a twenty she refused to take.

I made it two steps to the door before she snickered.

“Tell Beau I said hi!”

“I’m not talking to Beau,” I called over my shoulder. My phone buzzed a third time, and Clover pointed toward my purse with a knowing smirk.

“Sure.”

Outside, Main Street felt almost cool compared with the bakery. I stood beneath the awning and opened Beau’s messages.

Beau

Jax says this angle makes me look short.

I think he’s jealous.

Another photo.

This time it was only Jax, standing beside the fence with a post driver in one hand and murder in his eyes. I typed before I could think too much.

Carson

He looks like he’s considering burying you under the fence.

The reply appeared quickly.

Beau

He’d have to finish the fence himself after.

Carson

Strong deterrent.