Sky’s dimples pressed into their apple cheeks. “Now, that’s a bold claim, cowboy.”
“Well,” I chuckled. “I’ll let you be the judge of that. Welcome to Rainbow Ranch, Sky.”
2
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Beau wasnothing like I’d expected.
When I’d heard about Rainbow Ranch from one of the locals in the town nearby, they talked about Beau like he was an old, tough cowboy. And while he was probably tough and definitely a cowboy, he was also a gorgeous, sun-kissed man with kind hazel eyes and a jawline I envied.
I felt out of place as I got out of my van and waited for him to grab his things. The farmhouse before us was massive, with a wraparound front porch and weathered paint peeling from the slats. My head craned back as I looked to the sky, my fingers itching to grab my camera. Some of the most magical lighting in the world happened after a storm, as if it were some sort of offering of hope after devastating destruction.
It was stupid to go storm chasing alone. But, after falling out with my assistant last week, I’d taken to the Oklahoma countryside alone in search of storm cells to photograph. When the radar had promised something good around four a.m., I’d loaded up my single suitcase and hit the road for the ranch, hoping to catch a funnel.
All I’d caught was trouble. Plain and simple. Thankfully, I’d made it to the ranch, and Beau was there to let me in.
“You alright there, Sky?” His sweet timbre drawl made my heart skip a beat.
“Yeah. Just thinking.”
Beau offered a smile and gestured to the house. “Let’s get inside. We’re late and I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”
I followed him up the front steps to the door. It squeaked on its hinges as he opened it, stepping inside.
“Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us.”
A man who lookedexactlylike Beau materialized in front of us wearing an apron and wielding a wooden spoon. Beau held up his hands.
“There was a storm. Or did you miss that while you were cooking? Also, we have a guest. Boone, this is Sky.” He turned, giving me space to shake the other man’s hand. “Sky, this is Boone, my twin brother.”
“Oh.”Twins.That made sense.
Boone’s attitude warmed immediately. “Hi there, welcome. We got plenty of food on the table. Would you like a cup of coffee? Orange juice? I got some fancy sparkling water in, too?—”
“I can get it for myself,” I said quickly. “You don’t need to make me anything. I’m intruding?—”
“Nonsense.” He waved the spoon like it was a wand and he was a Southern fairy. “I’m the cook here. It’s what I do. And you’re not intruding at all. I’m just here to give my older brother a hard time.”
The door opened quickly behind me and I squeaked as Beau acted fast, yanking me out of the way before it could bump my behind. I turned right as a gorgeous woman stepped inside with a scowl, her denim shirt damp.
I was no better than a man. The way it clung to her body short-circuited my brain. A few natural curls stuck to her face,the rest pulled back into a claw clip. She had warm brown skin and was taller than me by at least a few inches.
Was everyone on Rainbow Ranch this beautiful? Between Beau and her, my little enby bisexual heart was losing it. My pulse thumped wildly, all words failing me.
“Well, well, well,” Boone drawled. “Look whoalsodecided to show up.”
“Oh, don’t even start,” she hissed. “Did you see that damn tornado? I thought we were going to lose the whole ranch for a second there.”
“Everyone else made it to breakfast on time, even with the storm,” Boone said sweetly.
She glowered at him. “You know I’m going to lose my mind if I lose my crops this year. And you best be nice, Boone Adams, since your job as a cook depends on mine as a gardener. Where else are you going to get all the goods?”
Beau let out a hearty laugh, his gaze warm with familiarity. It was clear he’d heard this sort of banter a thousand times before. “Okay, okay. Break it up. Priscilla, this is Sky. Our guest. We just survived that tornado. I’m glad you’re okay, too.”
Her brown eyes flickered to us, her expression melting some. “Hi,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’m Priscilla. You can call me Pris. What a hell of a morning to come to Rainbow Ranch, huh?”
“Yeah,” I squeaked.
