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“Tell me about it.” Wyatt rolls down the window, lifts his beer in the air. “Least I got a party favor.”
Davis shakes his head. “If it’s not the Wolfingtons, it’s DVL.”
A muscle clenches in my jaw, and I inhale trying to keep my anger at bay. We should have seen this in the first place. The bones found on the ranch, the vendor shakedowns, the attack on Ruby and Wyatt. That was all DVL. They want to scare us away from the ranch, bully us into selling. Take over Resurrection for good.
Over my dead body.
As my brothers pick apart what just happened, my phone rings. I grab it up when I see Ruby’s name on the screen.
“Charlie?” The tremble in her voice has me white-knuckling the phone.
“Ruby, you okay?”
“I’m fine. I just ...” She exhales a breathy sigh. “Look. You can’t kill anyone.”
I growl, not liking where this is going. “Out with it, Sunflower.”
“It’s Colton. He’s the one who attacked me.”
Her revelation’s like a shock of cold air in my lungs. Then, after I digest her words, I frown down at the phone.
“And how do you know that?” My right eye’s beginning to tic.
She hesitates. “I asked him.”
I inhale deep down into my lungs to force away the rising panic. “Baby, tell me you’re not in the same room with the guy.”
“Okay,” she says in a small voice. “I won’t.”
“Ruby, get the fuck away from him,” I growl. “We’re on our way.”
“Charlie—”
“Baby. Go. Now.”
Davis rips the truck out of the gravel drive.
“We’re in the barn,” she chirps like it’s nothing, like my heart isn’t hanging on by its last thread, then ends the call.
“Fuck.” I tear a hand through my hair and look at Davis. “We got a problem.”
The squeal of tires cuts through the silence of the summer air.
Colton makes a kind of squeak when he sees them coming. Four pissed off cowboys storm across the gravel drive toward the barn like some sort of take-charge Wild West swat team coming to lay down the law. Fists clenched, faces tight.
Colton’s eyes flick to me, the color draining from his face. “He’s gonna hit me, isn’t he?”
I bite my lip and say nothing. Charlie’s expression is a man rage bent and hell bound.
That’s the least he’s going to do.
Colton inhales a steeling breath, drawing his shoulders up. “Okay. Fuck.Fuck.” Fear ghosts his youthful face.
I feel bad for him. But then I remember my poor cottage and my crushed cowboy hat and my broken plants and my panicked heart and him trying to sabotage Runaway Ranch and the cowboy I love and I don’t feel so sorry anymore.
I feel as pissed as Charlie looks.
“Move away from her. Now.” My heart jumps at the fierceness in Charlie’s voice.
