Page 29 of A Rancher's Love

Tucker shot upright, thrusting his hand forward. “Yeah, good idea.”

Ginny bounced onto the bed and across his lap first, diving in for a morning kiss before she could think better of it.

He didn’t seem to have clued into the concept that morning breath was bad, and just the pressure of his arms around her as he hugged tight—not a thing wrong with that scenario.

She scooted back quickly though, just in case. “My sister’s messaging me. Let me see what she wants.”

The two of them must have looked a sight. Rearranging pillows so they were propped up sitting comfortably in the bed to check their phones.

“I swear to God we must look like one of those social media disaster ads.No one communicates anymore…,” Tucker muttered softly, but he still thumbed open his messages.

Ginny snickered then glanced down to see what Dare had spewed at her.

Dare:It’s seven o’clock, wake up, wake up.

Dare:Boxing Day, and I’ve got a million things I need to do, but I want to talk to youuuuuuuuuu.

Dare:Wake up, sleepyhead. I can’t imagine you’ve got anything happening over there that should’ve exhausted you so much that you’re still sleeping.

Dare:Ping

Dare:Ping

Dare:Okay, I’ll stop now, just in case you actually are still sleeping. Lazy butt. Message me!

Ginny chuckled as she messaged back.

Ginny:Motherhood has not increased your patience any.

Dare:I’ll have you know I’m extraordinarily patient in some areas. You are not one of them. The Coleman gathering today is at Whiskey Creek ranch for Boxing Day shenanigans, as Lisa would say. What mischief are you up to?

Ginny glanced over at Tucker who was making funny faces as his thumbs moved over the screen. Oh, there were a few things that she wanted todo. Speaking of which—

Ginny:One. I told Caleb what I was upset about, just like you suggested, and everything’s cool and over and forgotten.

Two. Tamara gave me a present from my mom that’s been packaged up for nearly fourteen years.

Three. I’m currently in bed with Tucker.

She hitsendwith gleeful delight.

Tucker elbowed her in the side. “The expression on your face right now is downright evil.”

“Talk to my brother and ignore me. I’m having fun with my sister.” Ginny ordered. She leaned closer, though, peeking at his screen. “Are you telling him about us?”

He sighed. “I guess that means you just told Dare where you are, yes?”

Before Ginny could answer, her phone went off with three rapid pings in a row.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” Ginny told Tucker.

On her phone, Dare was blowing things up.

Dare:Holy shit

Dare:That’s for all three of your bombs

Dare:Did you have fun? Did you stay safe?