Chapter Eight
Adrenaline churned through Ben’s gut as he looped Sergeant Pepper’s reins over a low hanging branch. Axel and Gunnar had loved his idea of a “paintball” contest to win Hope. They’d eaten it up. Especially when he’d laid out the income potential and how they could use any profits from a course to set up a college savings account for Maddie and Blake’s baby.
Today was only about testing another possible income stream for the ranch.
Yeah, right.
Who was he fooling? This was about winning Hope. And he was going to make damned sure he was the last man standing. He was making a much bigger deal about this than he should. He couldn’t help it. He was stunned at the sheer number of young bucks that had crawled out of the county’s woodwork to take a chance on winning a date with Ho
