“Right.”
My thoughts shift away from Tenley with my brother and move onto Tenley’s safety. “Do you have somewhere safe to go? Why don’t you have bodyguards?”
Tenley sighs. “I didn’t think I needed them out here. Wishful thinking, I guess. My assistant is trying to hire someone, but it turns out it’s a little hard to do that at the moment. The agency I use doesn’t have anybody available right now.”
“What are you going to do?”
Tenley holds her hands out on either side of her in a ‘ta-da!’ stance. “Meet your new neighbor.”
“You’re moving in with Wyatt?” I’ve got a bad look on my face, I can feel it.
“Not really. I’m moving into Wyatt’s cabin. He’s going to stay at the homestead.”
“Who knew Wyatt was so gallant?” I murmur, not quite feeling magnanimous yet even though I know he and Tenley didn’t sleep together.
“Why do you even care?” Tenley’s head tips to the side, and she shakes it slightly, her eyes tightening in confusion. “Aren’t you married?”
“Ye—” I stop. “No. I’m divorced, actually.” My heart feels like it’s being pinched as I say the words. “As of this morning.”
Tenley blinks. “I have no idea what to say to that.”
I huff a laugh. “I have no idea what a response to a sentence like that should even be.”
The corner of Tenley’s mouth curves up into a suppressed grin. “Want to hear something ridiculous?”
“I guess. This day can’t get much weirder.”
“Someone stole all my underwear.”
I shake my head, certain I’ve heard her wrong. “What?”
“You heard it correctly.”
“From…?”
“The house where I was staying. That’s what I was talking to Wyatt about when you drove up.Notabout our illicit affair.”
“Did you tell the police?”
She makes a face. “No. What will that accomplish?”
Honestly, I’m not really sure.
She keeps talking. “It’s not like they can catch whoever did it, and I promise you someone in the police department will call one of the gossip sites, and it will be on the internet in no time. No thank you. I just got my name out of the headlines.”
I’m dying to ask why she was in the headlines, but that can wait. I can answer my own question with some patience and an internet search.
“Alright, let’s head back.” I whistle at the group of cowboys, and they break apart.
“Can I assume you’re not mad at me anymore, then? Because you’ve been a jerk and I don’t appreciate it.” Her hand goes to her hip, and her eyes challenge me.
“I’m not mad at you, Tenley. I’m mad atMorgan.”
Tenley frowns. “Look what happened to my underwear. I can’t run around telling every strange man I meet my real name.”
“How many strange men do you run around meeting?”
She lets out a little shriek of playful irritation. “I’m riding with Josh again.”
