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Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Full Page Image
  3. Newsletter
  4. Quote
  5. Bishop Family Tree
  6. Prologue
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Epilogue
  30. What’s Next
  31. Bishop Brothers World suggested reading order
  32. About the Author
  33. Connect with us
  34. Books by Kennedy Fox
  35. Free Books!
  36. Newsletter

I put on a black T-shirt and blue jeans with boots. Making sure I don’t reek, I add cologne and put some gel in my hair. Once I’m finished, I grab a beer and eat something. With some time to spare, I decide to watch TV to keep my mind off her, but it’s no use. My thoughts wander as the memories of us together play on repeat. Talking and laughing at the bar and rodeo, then falling into bed together. Waking up with her next to me was a nice contrast to the first time, and I wished it weren't so short-lived.

At twenty after seven, I jump in my truck and drive to the B&B. I’m nervous to hear what she has to say, but I don’t let her know that. Once I park, I walk in with all the confidence I can muster and look around.

“Hey.” Maize greets me in the dining room. I hold back a smile as I take in her beauty. She’s in a sundress that makes her blue eyes pop, and I resist the urge to lean in and kiss her.

“Hello,” I say, pushing my hands in my front pockets. “You look beautiful.”

She brings her gaze to mine with a smile. “Thank you. So do you.”

I furrow my brows because the sudden flip in her attitude is confusing. “So, wanna tell me why I’m here?”

“I want to talk about us but not in here. Outside.” She glances over her shoulder to the back door that leads to the wraparound porch.

“Alright.” I motion for her to lead the way.

The moment she opens the door, I spot a small round table filled with food.

“Take a seat.”

I sit across from her and look down at the spread. “What’s all this?”

She blushes nervously and shrugs. “Wanted to make you dinner.”

“Okay, I’m gonna be honest with you. I feel like I’m in the twilight zone right now, Maize. After everything, I’m not sure what the hell is goin’ on.” I swallow hard. “One minute you’re hot and the next you’re cold. Your mood swings are givin’ me whiplash.”

She nods. “You’re right. I have been, and it’s what I want to talk about.”

“Okay, well I’m all ears then,” I tell her.