Page 104 of Timber's Line

“All yours.” I hold up my hands and grin.

“We found you a duck,” Easton says, calling me over.

“You did?”

“Yeah, but they want to keep them together,” he informs me.

“Keep them together?”

“The lady that has them has three, siblings, and she doesn’t want to separate them,” he says.

I stare for a minute.

“Get them,” Ariel says, and I nod to Easton.

“We pick them up the day of the finale,” he says as he calls the lady back.

“I heard you wanted a makeover,” Lincoln drawls, and I laugh.

“I want to go in Wranglers and boots, like you, Mason, and Jimmy wear.”

“I got you,” he says.

“Mason and Jimmy, I want to learn to ride properly.”

“We got you. Come by tomorrow.” Jimmy nods.

“I’ll have some clothes for you to try on,” Lincoln says.

“We aren’t the same size,” I snort.

“No shit, Sherlock. I ordered sizes based on Rome since you weren’t here and he and you are the same size. Or I could have asked Memphis since you and he have fought in the cage.”

“Right.”

He laughs. “But I will have them at Jimmy’s tomorrow so you can try them on.”

“Appreciate it,” I tell him.

“We have the flowers ordered,” Ever says, and I groan.

“For a wedding or just a bouquet for the finale?”

“Um, well, we might have gone a little overboard, but Sal said he could use them to set the mood,” McKenna says softly.

“Can you order a bunch of roses and have them delivered to my house?” I ask them.

“Your house?” Brice asks.

“Yes, thanks to these guys, I built Timber’s dream ranch home or whatever. It’s hers. It will be done by the finale in two days.”

Brice grips my shoulder. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Can’t live with my big brother forever,” I tease.

“Shut up.”

“How many roses?”