I hop in my truck and turn onto the gravel road. Before going to the goat farm, I stop at the Circle B Ranch Bed and Breakfast to quickly grab some food and fresh coffee.

My cousin Maize is the head chef and prepares the weekly menu. She’s a good cook, and everyone loves her food. Though, I’d never tell her as much. Don’t want it to get to her head.

“Today must be my lucky day,” I tease when she brings out a pile of hot buttermilk biscuits, sausage patties, and white gravy.

She smirks. “Oh, look what the cat dragged in.”

I tilt my head. “Someone piss in your oatmeal this mornin’?”

“Oh, shut up,” she says with a grin. “I’m actually surprised to see you in one piece.”

“I know, everyone wants a slice of Knox Bishop. I mean, check me out—good lookin’ and charmin’—a real lady teaser and pleaser,” I say confidently, piling a plate full of food, then grabbing a coffee mug.

She snorts. “That’s not how I’d describe you, but I’ll keep my opinions to myself.”

We like to give each other a hard time when we can. She’s so busy working and raising her family that I don’t get to see her nearly as much as when we were younger. I kinda miss those days.

My stomach growls as I move to a table by the window, and I scarf down every last bite. It’s so good that I’m tempted to go for a second serving, but I don’t want to be too stuffed dealing with those stinky-ass goats. I should’ve just called in sick today, but honestly, the distraction is needed.

After I put up my dishes, I grab a coffee to go. The dining room was only filled with guests since most ranch hands stopped by earlier this morning. I’m kinda glad I missed them because they would’ve hounded me for details. After my night, I’d rather keep things to myself.

Before leaving, I say hello to my uncle John. He’s my dad’s twin brother and runs the B&B. He gives me a cautious look. “You stayin’ away from trouble?”

I arch a brow at him. “Don’t think I’ve met someone named Trouble, but if I do, I’ll make sure to keep my distance.”

He shakes his head and chuckles under his breath. “Just like Jackson.”

“Nah, they say I’m a million times worse.”

“Then I’m glad you’re his kid and not mine.” He gives me a playful grin.

“I am too. Have a good one, Uncle J.”

I get into my truck and drive to the goat barn. Before I can walk inside, my cousin Ethan meets up with me.