“Wild Sage.”
I frowned. “You mean like expanding the ranch?”
"No, I was thinking we could build a lifestyle brand. Show what life is actually like out here."
I stayed quiet for a second, staring past her at the barn and the paddocks, trying to wrap my head around it.
I was proud of this place, but I didn’t like the sound of selling our life like it was some product.
“Dad considered opening part of the place up to tourists once. We decided against it in the end. This is our home… not something to put on display.”
Sienna rested her hands on either side of my face.
“I know it means everything to you,” she said gently. “I’m not talking about turning it into some kind of show. We’re already creating content for Outlaw and Ryder anyway. Why not do it for ourselves?”
I let her words sink in. She wasn’t wrong. I was already selling my name and face for my sponsors. At least this way we’d have more say in it.
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I don’t know, Starlin’… this ranch has always been ours, not something we perform for strangers.”
She brushed her thumb along my jaw. “I know. And I’m not suggesting we perform. We’d just let people see what’s already here. If your family is open to it, we could let them appear in some posts, like we did with the clothes… but only if everyone’s comfortable.”
I chuckled. “Colt would be all over that.”
I had never handled my social media. Before Sienna, Wren and Colt did it for me.
“How many people are even watching us right now?” I asked.
She pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and turned the screen toward me. The numbers were in the hundreds of thousands.
My eyebrows went up. “That many?”
“Last video series hit five million views. The accounts have been growing fast.” She studied my face. “You okay?”
I shrugged. “I don’t really follow all that. But I never thought it wasthatbig.”
I looked out over the land that had been in my family for generations. The idea of putting our life online still felt strange.But the thought of Sienna building something here, with me, felt right.
I cleared my throat. “You really think we can pull this off?”
“I know we can. I’m damn good at this, Brock.”
I let out a rough laugh. That little “damn” rolling off her tongue made something warm tug in my chest. She even sounded like me now.
The name didn’t sound half bad. Wild Sage. Hell, I’d probably wear the hoodie myself.
I slid my hands up to cup her face and kissed her properly, tasting coffee and cold morning air.
“Alright, Starlin’,” I murmured against her lips. “Let’s build something that lasts.”
thirty-one
. . .
SIENNA
When we soft-launched the Wild Sage Ranch social media accounts two weeks ago, I drew a hard line: the family could be involved, but their privacy came first.
I tapped the screen, locking the focus. Keeping the camera angled from the knees down, I captured Wyatt’s heavy, scarred leather cowboy boots scuffing through the leaves beside Maisie’s pink ones, which lit up with every step.
