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The tallest one holds the bakery door open while the other two step inside ahead of him.

“Like clockwork,” Kira says with a giggle after all three disappear into the shop.

“I heard they’re always there in the morning, though,” Elena says.

“Who are they?” I ask.

“The three of them run a ranch west of town,” Kira says. “They’re former military, too.”

“Let me guess,” I say. “Atlas knows all about them.”

“Silas is the one who knows about everyone,” Kira says. “Atlas is the one who shares the information with others on a need-to-know basis, or when I can manage to get him chatting over coffee.”

“Those men come into town every day?” I ask. “They must really have a sweet tooth.”

“Or they’re just sweet on the baker,” Kira says.

“Whatever the reason, I hope it’s something good,” Elena says. “From what I hear, she’s had a rough stretch these past few years.”

“The baker?” I look at the cheerful storefront with fresh eyes. “What happened?”

Elena shakes her head gently. “That’s her story to tell.”

Kira’s smiling as she slips her sunglasses on. “Or maybe you can get Atlas to spill the tea over a cup of coffee.”

Across the street, an older woman comes out of the bakery, and the sound of laughter spills out from inside while the door is open. All three of the ranchers are at the counter, talking to a prettyred-haired woman.

Elena catches my eye. “I have a feeling Moon Ridge isn’t done surprising us.”

CHAPTER 45

WREN

A day after Boone has a good checkup with the doctor in town, I suggest the four of us go for a short hike.

The man still isn’t going to be allowed to chop wood for at least another month, but hopefully a little exertion in the fresh air will satisfy him.

“Lighthiking,” I emphasize. “No scrambling up steep inclines, no racing, no carrying me.”

He nods along agreeably until I get to the last point. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Boone settles for holding my hand, while Rhett takes the lead, and Cade walks behind. I’m reminded of my first days out here on the trails with the three of them, way back when I was still distracted by their triplet-ness, and trying and failing not to notice how attractive they were.

Even now, after spending so much time looking at three versions of the same face, I still get caught off guard by howhandsome they are. How rugged and strong and so incredibly sexy?—

“Do you want to slow down, sweetheart?” Boone asks. “Your hand is getting a little sweaty.”

I’ve just been caught thinking dirty thoughts, busted by biology and my body’s response to the mere thought of the Wilder brothers.

“I’m good,” I say. “Besides, I don’t sweat, I glow.”

Rhett stops and turns toward us, and the look in his eyes perfectly matches the thoughts I’d been having. “Both are true. Our girl sweats when we work her hard, and that’s just how I like it.”

My eyes go wide, and I reach out to a nearby tree for support. “If you’re going to say things like that, my legs aren’t going to function the way I need them to.”

Boone and Cade chuckle, then Boone squeezes my hand, gives me a kiss, and encourages me to keep going.

It’s a beautiful day, and recent rain has turned the meadows to a stunning green. We catch sight of a mule deer, who lifts its head from grazing, but decides we’re not a threat. Somewhere high on the ridge, a hawk circles in the sky.