"Yes. And I want you to sell some contracts for breeding him while his time is hot," Dad declares.

I groan inside and ask, "Why me? No offense, but that's peanuts compared to our other businesses."

"Because this is another avenue you need to get your feet wet in if you're planning on being CEO," he asserts.

And there's the maybe I'll be CEO, maybe I won't that he's always waving in front of me.

I cross my arms and lean against the fence. "And why is this important?"

Dad states, "A CEO needs to know all areas of his corporation."

"Fine. I'll add it to the 50,000 other things taking priority before the end of the year," I grumble.

"Good. I'll see you all back at the house," Dad says, then pats my back and walks away.

When he's out of earshot, Alexander offers, "I'll help you line it all up. It shouldn't take me long. I can go over it with you so he thinks you did it."

"Thanks," I reply, grateful my brother's always had my back.

"Just don't fuck this next month up. Dad's threatening to make me CEO, and you know damn well I don't want that job," Alexander admits.

My brother might be smarter than me. He's more than capable of running our corporation, but he doesn't have the desire like I do. He wants to stay on the ranch, raise his kids, and tend to the labor side of our business.

"I won't," I promise. Then I ask all my brothers, "So, what's new?"

"Same old shit, different day," Mason claims.

I scoff. "So I take it Mom's all over your asses about getting hitched?"

"You got it," Jagger interjects.

"You don't want to know who she tried to hook me up with, claiming I'd have an awesome mother for the boys," Alexander adds.

I groan. "That woman's impossible. Who was it?"

"Teeny Tina," he states.

"The vertically challenged girl?" I ask in horror. She's the shortest woman in town. My brothers and I are all over six feet and she barely hits four and a half feet. And it's not Tina's height but everything else about her. She has a super-high-pitched voice and never stops talking.

"She's not a midget. She's vertically challenged," Mason says, trying to imitate my mother's voice.

I chuckle. "Shut up. She didn't."

"Oh, she did," Alexander says.

"Has Mom lost her mind?" I inquire.

Alexander shakes his head. "Apparently, she thinks I'm desperate. Be happy you brought home your bride-to-be. She had a slew of them ready to attend a welcome home party. The only reason she was going to throw it was to get you hitched and pumping out grandbabies."

His statement only makes me more grateful that Georgia agreed to our arrangement. I would have gone insane if I had to deal with my mother's matchmaking skills and constant nagging about finding a good woman.