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“Piper will be there, so yeah, pretty sure.”
“Okay.” I let out a long sigh. I didn’t want to meet Piper or Kaz any longer and talk about selling this land, my father’s soul. The indecision inside me had been moving in one direction since I got here, and I knew deep down that there wasn’t going to be a sale, and I needed to be clear about that before the herd and horses were gone.
“Long day?” Kaz asked.
“Yeah.”
“Buy you a drink?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t bring Fiona,” he warned.
I laughed despite the tightness inside me. “Wasn’t going to.”
CHAPTER 21
elena
Hunt was waiting when I got back to the bunkhouse, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe like he’d been there a while.
“You okay?”
I stopped in front of him, the scent of burnt paper and old regrets clinging to my skin.
I let out a slow breath. “No.”
His eyes softened just a fraction. “You wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
He studied me for a long moment, then nodded like he understood.
“You wanna get the fuck outta here?”
I murmured out a breath, my hands on my hips. “Yeah.”
“Good.” He pushed off the frame. “We’re goin’ to the Rusty Spur.”
I blinked. “We?”
That’s when I noticed the others. Ben, Jace, and Caleb were standing behind Hunt like a bunch of overgrown strays.
Ben grinned. “You look like you could use a drink.”
Jace slung an arm over my shoulder. “Or three.”
Caleb smirked. “And maybe a bad decision or two.”
The ache in my chest eased just a little.
"Y’all are idiots," I muttered.
Ben wiggled his eyebrows. "Idiots with truck keys."
Hunt grabbed his hat. “C’mon, Elena, we’re blowin’ off steam tonight. Ben is DD.”
Ben groaned. “Why am I always the DD?”