“Yeah, yeah. Haven’t heard that all my life.” He chuckles. “Really happy you took our offer. Now go eat. I’ll see you back here in an hour.”

“Is that a firm hour?” Alex asks. “Or do we have time?”

Jackson shrugs. “Take however long you need, considering it’s his first day. Make sure he tries the blueberry pancakes,” he tells Alex, then looks at me. “My niece makes the best stacks in Texas,” Jackson says with a grin.

“Sounds like I need to.” I smile. Alex and I climb into the truck while Knox and Kane ride in the back.

Alex drives us across the property on the road that leads to the shop. “Sorry. I should’ve thought about bringin’ ya to the B&B for breakfast since we were so close. Slipped my mind, though.”

“No need to apologize. I should’ve eaten before I left the house. I typically do,” I explain.

“Nah. Not anymore. Breakfast at the B&B is something you should add to your daily schedule. It’s served from six to ten every day with enough to feed a small army—or rather all the ranch hands on-site.” He chuckles.

Alex parks in the front by a ton of other work trucks. I check my phone and see it’s just past seven. Knox and Kane climb out of the bed, and I follow Alex up the steps. Once we’re inside, the smell of bacon and pancakes has my stomach growling. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now.

The tall ceilings and wooden floors of the B&B give me the same feeling as when I’d visit my grandma’s house. We enter the buffet area, and I am surprised by the amount of food even though Alex warned me. We grab plates, and I notice the ample seating inside the dining room for the guests.

“There’s seating outside too,” Alex explains, piling sausage and scrambled eggs on his plate.

“Showing him how to do it right,” a man says from behind, and my brows furrow.

He holds out his hand and takes mine. “I’m John, nice to meet you.”

I glance at Alex. “Jackson didn’t say he was a twin, did he?”

I shake my head.

“I’m the non-crazy one,” John explains with a chuckle. “I run the B&B.”

“Gotcha. I was slightly confused for a second,” I admit.

John takes in a deep breath. “I’m sure you were. Most people are. Thankfully, Jackson’s somewhat settled down in his old age, or I’m sure some sort of joke would’ve been played on ya. Trust me when I say it’s not been easy having the same face as him.”

His admission has me chuckling. “I can only imagine.”