I Found a Stranger’s Birthday Party on My Ranch, But the Woman in the Tiara Had No Idea Who Owned the Land

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“That’s usually a solid first step,” I told him.

When the last cruiser left, Caleb stood at the picnic table wreckage and whistled. “Well. This was not the fishing trip I expected.”

“No,” I said. “Me neither.”

Owen looked at the frosting on his forearms like battle paint. “Can we still fish tomorrow?”

That was the question that mattered most to him. Not continue reading …