CHAPTER EIGHT
GRAYSON
Another lonely Friday night awaits me when I get off work. As I eat breakfast with the other ranch hands, Diesel and Riley mention meeting at the bar tonight since Rowan’s covering for Kenzie.
“Wait, why?” I ask, knowing Kenzie only bartends when they’re short-staffed. More people were hired once she and Ethan got busy building their careers. During their college breaks, they’d worked there to make extra cash. Since Rowan manages the bar, she only begs them to cover when it’s an absolute emergency.
“Kenzie’s sick,” Riley answers. “She was picking up a shift for someone who has the flu but then got it too.”
Though I’m supposed to be retaliating, I’m also thinking of using this opportunity to bring her soup. Underneath all the pranks and snarky comebacks, there’s a
