She’d never know. But one thing she knew for sure, Brodie would never sext with an engaged woman. He’d never let it get that far.

“Hello? Rosie?” Knox Holliday strode into the bunkhouse with her long, wavy hair and bright smile. Everything about the designer screamed flash, style, and confidence. “Am I too late?” She held out the dress from Pretty in Pink.

“Not at all.” Wait—what time is it? The smile fell away, as she glanced at the rooster clock over the sink. “I can’t believe I lost track of time.”

“Oooh, it smells so good in here,” another woman said. The vivacious blonde had been making goo-goo eyes in the bar at the oldest brother, Will. “What’cha got cooking?”

“Can we come in?” A third woman came in, the brunette who’d been cuddled up with the youngest brother.

“Please do.” She headed toward them with her hand out. “I’m Rosie. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“We’ve been dying to meet the woman who’s got Brodie’s attention,” the brunette said. “I’m Callie, and this is Delilah.”

She shook both their hands. “It’s lovely to meet you both, but I’m sorry to say, Brodie and I are just business partners.”

“Trust me when I say, you’re way more than that,” Delilah said.

“He’s letting you live here,” Callie said.

“He doesn’t let anyone into his lair,” Knox said.

“Well, he’s off on a romantic three-day weekend with his girlfriend, so maybe he’s changed.”

“If you mean Vanessa,” Callie said. “She’s his architect. And, as much as she’d like to be more, she’s not his girlfriend.”

That little tickle of hope? She crushed it under her heel. Because it didn’t matter what they felt for each other. She was on borrowed time here.

Would you listen to yourself? On borrowed time? God, her parents were fighting the battle of their lives, and she was wringing her hands over some guy.

You’re here to work, period.

“I’ll tell you how I know exactly what he thinks of her,” Callie said. “He didn’t invite her to Knox and Gray’s wedding.”

“I didn’t even know they were a thing,” Knox said.

“Uh, you’ve been a little preoccupied,” Delilah said. “She just launched her online wedding gown atelier. It’s a big deal.”

“I’ll bet. She made me the most gorgeous wedding gown I’ve ever seen.” And I won’t be wearing it. For the first time, she could honestly say she was over the shock of Marcel’s betrayal.

Which is pretty sad. But it did drive home how wrong the marriage would have been.

She took the pretty sundress from Knox. “Thank you for fixing this. I love it so much.”

“You want to try it on right now?” Knox asked. “What time’s your date getting here?”