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Liar.

I catch him clipping every single one.

Benji's become the face of the breeding program.

Nobody understands bloodlines quite like he does.

Micah somehow manages to run ranch security, consult for half the Fortune 500, and still make it home every night for dinner with Sloane.

Honestly?

I quit trying to figure out how that man's brain works years ago.

The three of them stand together now near the fence line, coffee mugs in hand.

Surveying the property like the lords of the ranch they are.

Sawyer says something.

Benji laughs.

Micah shakes his head like they're both idiots.

Some things never change.

Thank goodness.

A shriek of laughter cuts through the afternoon.

I turn toward the sound just in time to see one little redheaded tornado tear across the yard with another two chasing after her.

“There they go!” Esme laughs.

“Again,” Sloane adds.

Neither of them sounds remotely concerned.

They're used to it.

Honestly...

So am I.

Kids are everywhere.

Absolutely everywhere.

Half a dozen of them at least.

Maybe more.

After a while you stop counting.

One is trying to convince Alex to let him drive the ATV.

Poor Alex.

He's still hopelessly outnumbered by women and children.