I laugh. “That actually explains a lot. Dating your brother's best friend…they better get married—or things might get really awkward between them.”

“If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t break her heart,” Alex clarifies. “He’ll be roadkill otherwise. Rowan would murder him herself.”

This makes me chuckle. I’m not a man of many words and usually listen and watch everyone else. Alex doesn’t seem to mind and fills the silence with information about the ranch. I’m amazed they have thousands of acres of land. It’s much different than the Houston area where I grew up.

Alex points out a large two-story home with a wraparound porch that sits off the road, telling me that’s where his parents live. As we continue driving, we pass different barns, and he explains each one’s purpose. Some hold extra feed for the animals while others house the equipment. An hour passes before we arrive at the training facility run by Jackson and Kiera.

When Alex parks, he turns and looks at me. “Jackson’s a known prankster. Consider yourself warned.”

I grin. “Thanks for the heads-up. It’ll keep the days interesting at least.”

“You say that now,” Alex says as we head inside toward the office, where Kiera’s sitting behind a big oak desk with a schedule book open. As soon as her eyes meet mine, she grins.

“God, I’m so happy you’re finally here.”

A minute passes, and Jackson walks in wearing a shit-eating grin followed by two young men. Twins. “Not gonna listen to any complainin’ today,” he warns them both. “Maybe your mom will.”

Kiera groans with an eye roll. “It’s too early for that. Don’t start with me, or you’ll be doing double,” she warns.

Their jaws lock, but they don’t talk back. I get the feeling they get themselves into a lot of trouble by their parents’ reaction.

Kiera sweeps loose strands of blond hair out of her face. “Oh, Gavin, these are our two boys, Knox and Kane. You’ll see them around doing the guided horse tours at the B&B. They also feed them in the morning and shovel shit in the afternoon, which will be the least of their worries if they keep driving me crazy.”

Their faces contort, but they have manners and shake my hand.

“Nice to meet you,” they say. There’s no way I could tell them apart, even if I tried.