Page 97 of A Rancher's Love

A small smirk arrived. “Now, now. No getting distracted.”

“Evil man,” Ginny complained.

“Tell you what. Let’s go over it from the very beginning, and if we find something new, I’ll give you a prize.”

“Ha,” Ginny snorted. “Oh, look, I discovered something new.”

Tucker clicked his tongue. “Try again. Christmas Day evening, Tamara gives you your present. You bring it home to the trailer…”

“Wait—” Oh my God. How had she missed this? Ginny lifted her ass far enough off his lap to pull her phone from her back pocket. Tucker looked on with confusion as she connected through to Tamara. “Hey, question for you.”

“What’s up?” her sister-in-law asked.

“Putting you on speaker,” Ginny warned before doing just that and continuing. “Tucker and I are poking at the puzzle thing. When you gave me my present, did you say there were other packages stored away?”

“There were. Ones for Caleb, Luke, and Walker. I passed them on ages ago. Not sure how that helps.” Tamara hummed for a minute. “I can tell you what Caleb got because it was strange enough to make us wonder.”

“That might help,” Tucker said.

“Lego bricks. About a dozen of them.”

Ginny’s excitement faded slightly. “Ugh. This is getting more complicated instead of less.”

“Right? Considering Caleb would have been twenty-four when your mom wrapped everything up, Legos don’t seem like a logical gift.” Tamara sighed. “They’ve been added to the main Lego bucket, but I can find them if you’d like to see if there’s any other clues on them.”

“That’s an astonishing yet underappreciated skill,” Tucker said.

“They were painted like haybales,” Tamara returned with a laugh. “The only ones in the pile.”

Interesting.

“Put them aside for me, please?” Ginny asked. “Now to find out what the other guys got.”

“Good luck,” Tamara said before hanging up.

“I’ll contact Luke if you want, and you can call Walker,” Tucker offered.

“Deal. Report back in five,” Ginny ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes flashed. “Hmm, that gives me ideas.”

She waved him off as she hit her brother’s number. “We can get kinky later.”

“Promise? Let me break out the ropes?” he said before snorting. “Hi, Luke. No, ignore that.” He rolled his eyes. “I said ignore it, or I’ll cave and tell you exactly what I plan to do with your sister.”

Ginny crowed with laughter, unfortunately right when Walker answered her call.

“Dammit, brat. Phone etiquette is a thing for a reason,” Walker grumbled.

“Sorry. Quick question, and I promise to keep it at low decibels.”

Five minutes later, Tucker waited for her as she finished her call with Walker.

“It gets even more impossible,” Ginny complained. “Walker got a Christmas ornament. Square, like a treasure chest you’d put in a fish tank.”

Tucker shook his head. “I don’t see a theme. Luke says his present was a cross-stitch of a horse.”

“Did it look like a horse?” Ginny grumbled. “Or did my dad butcher it into having five legs and three heads?”