The truck belonged to Beast.
The giant former Army Ranger leaning against it definitely belonged to nobody.
Unfortunately.
It was six-thirty in the morning.
The sun had barely started climbing over the mountains.
And somehow Beast McCoy was already parked outside my ranch gate.
Watching.
My stomach did something annoying.
I ignored it.
Mostly.
I pulled my horse trailer to a stop and lowered the window.
Beast pushed away from the truck.
Coffee in one hand.
Grumpy expression in place.
Business as usual.
"What are you doing?"
"Standing."
I rolled my eyes.
"Why?"
"I’m stand outside."
"Very helpful."
"I try."
I narrowed my eyes.
He took a sip of coffee.
The giant jerk looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Then I noticed something.
A second coffee cup.
Sitting on the hood of his truck.
Still steaming.
I pointed.
