“Mad?Woman, this is incredible.Thank you,” he repeats.
“For what?”I ask, eyes swimming in unshed tears.
“For this,” he says, and his eyes roam over the room again, softer now.“For makin’ this place look and feel like someone actually lives here.”
Something warm unfurls in my chest, chasing away the embarrassment.
“Oh, you mean someone other than the guy who works fifteen hour days and makes me so happy I forget my own name?”
He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
“Exactly.And for the record, you make me happy, too.”
And when he looks at me again, it’s with that same electric intensity that makes my knees go weak.
I smile up at him.
“Well then, you’re welcome, cowboy.”
He leans down, brushes a kiss against my forehead, tightens his arms around me, and then, he whispers, “Feels like home now.”
And standing there in his arms, surrounded by the scent of cinnamon and sawdust and fresh fabric, I realize something simple and terrifying all over again—maybe it isourhome now.
Chapter 19-Sawyer
“We’ve got another delivery of bulls scheduled for next month,” Micah says, eyes still glued to the laptop screen glowing on the old wooden desk.
We’re sharing the big office inside the main barn for now—high ceilings, metal walls, and a faint smell of hay and oil that never quite goes away.
It’s fine by me, but I know Micah.The man likes his space.
He’ll be cutting this area in half the minute we finish installing the new updates to the system, building himself a corner where he can work his tech magic without Benji or me breathing down his neck.
“From where?”Benji asks, leaning back in his chair, boots up on the desk like he owns the place.
“Kingston Ranch,” Micah replies, tapping something into his spreadsheet.
I let out a low whistle.“They’ve got quite the reputation.”
“They do,” Micah says, his grin faint but smug.“And they’re tired of dealing with Gunner Land & Seed.Old man Gunner’s been scheming again—claiming a percentage of each sired bull for himself.”
I grunt.“That tracks.”
Benji’s jaw tightens.
He doesn’t say it, but we all know what’s running through his head.
His old man’s a legend in the industry for all the wrong reasons—greedy, ruthless, and the kind of bastard who sees loyalty as a weakness.
It’s one of the reasons we started Jersey Iron Ranch in the first place.We wanted to build something clean.
Honest.Ours.
But knowing Ace Gunner’s been pulling strings behind the scenes, even hiring out muscle to sabotage us?
That puts him in a whole new category of scum.
Benji drags a hand through his hair.
