“And for the record, there really wasn’t anything to break up,” Dylan added. “Garrett’s a reasonable man, not the sort to swing his fists.”

      Yes, normally he was reasonable, but the ranch was like his own child, and tensions were high right now what with Tate’s, Roman’s and Belle’s recent medical problems.

      She let go of his arm and motioned for him to follow her into her office. Such that it was. It was actually a converted storage closet, but at least she had a pot of fresh coffee and a desk. A desk that would be between Dylan and her.