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appearing on my face, Liv spins the laptop around to display her ideas.
    I take my time looking over her suggestions and smile.
    It was that simple. We became inseparable.
    I moved my things to her crappy little one-bedroom apartment, we split the bedroom down the middle with a makeshift curtain, and I was good to go. I had a place where I felt like I belonged and it was my saving grace.
    Liv helped me create everything. From where we should put the kitchen to how we would install the wall of books. I don’t know if I could have opened the shop without her.
    My issues may be many, but money has never been one—which made pulling off this dream of mine together with Liv a little easier. My parents were ridiculously wealthy. They own—well owned, the biggest public relations agency in Arizona. On top of that, we had a massive ranch that I got paid to help maintain. When my Dad passed, my Mom decided to sell her accounts and move to Portland. Arizona no longer tickled her fancy. Not too surprising, considering.
    I worked my ass off at the agency, starting when I was sixteen. Once I graduated high school and turned eighteen, I got my inheritance. Needless to say, I had enough money to open a few more bakeries if I wanted to.

The sun’s about to set behind the horizon. I eye it; waiting for my signal that the day is finally starting to wind down.
    God, it’s hot out. It’s five in the evening and it’s still ninety-five degrees.
    A slight breeze picks up, ruffling my bronze hair, giving me a bit of relief. My handkerchief is soaked through with sweat already. So, when I pull it out of my back pocket to swipe my forehead, it just smears across my face.
    Fuck it. My hand is covered in dirt and soot from the ditch I just dug, but the sweat is stinging my eyes. I risk the chance of scratching my cornea and swipe my dirt-covered hands over my face.
    Tipping my cowboy hat back, I look at the clear, blue sky and breathe in my surroundings. My fifty-acre ranch sits on the outside limits of Nashville, and I can hear the faint sound of drums somewhere in the distance.
    “Hey brother, you done working yet?” Aiden, my younger brother, asks as he comes trotting up on his black horse, Leo.
    Simon, my chestnut horse huffs at the overzealous colt my brother has been training.
    Simon likes only me. I’m the only one who can ride him, the only one who can clean his stall and sure as hell the only one who can feed him. If Aiden is feeding, Simon will stand in the corner of his stall until I throw him a flake of hay. I’d bet the horse has a few brain cells missing.
    “Almost,” I say. “I still need to feed the horses and check the crop. Why, what’s up?”
    Aiden’s eyes light up, and he bounces in the saddle. “Doug just called and said there’s a new bar opening up if we want to check it out with him tonight.” He pauses, gauging me. “It sounds like fun, and I know you need to get out.”
    I roll my head up toward the sky. Alright, so I’ve been working non-stop for the past couple of weeks. Between the two huge cases coming up and the ranch taking most of my free time, I have a lot of shit going on. I don’t have time to go out.
    I start to shake my head, but Aiden interrupts me. “Duane, you’ve been working your ass off. Come on, get out and have some guy time. I’m sure you can find a hot little piece of ass to take your mind off the deposition you have coming up.” He wiggles his eyebrows in suggestion, pleading his case.
    Idiot.
    I can’t blame him though. We were both forced to grow up too soon and too quick. He’s four years younger than I am so, when Mom and Dad passed, I was forced to step up and take care of him. I stopped working, enrolled in law school a year early, and got a degree. Working for the local law firm pays the bills, and the hay we harvest year round pays for the ranch.
    It’s a hard life most days. I get up, work at the ranch, get ready, go to the office, get home, work at the ranch then I