Chapter Seven
Hope stormed into the barn where her brothers were mucking stalls, Rancher’s Monthly in hand. “Are you f*****g kidding me?” Her brothers swung around as one, eyes registering surprise, then humor, and at last, guilt. They should feel guilty. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
Axel flashed her a placating grin, and went back to shoveling out the stall. “Calm down, sis. You’ll upset the horses.”
She leveled what she hoped was a scathing glare at her brother’s backside. “Outside. Now.” She spun and marched down the aisle, not waiting to see if they would follow. Turning up her coat collar against the wind, she placed a booted foot on the bottom rung of the corral fencing. Phyllis trotted across the corral and snuffled, looking for treats. Hope gave her a scratch. “Not now,
