“If you want, but I was going to say, I’ll get your uncles involved. And either they’ll cook because I’ll tell Mama you need to put together a team, or they’ll force their kids to help.”

“Good idea! Guess I’ve got some work to do once I get home,” I say, wondering if I should group text them or do it individually. I’m not in the mood for excuses, but I think they’ll be on board to help without kicking their asses. One thing’s for certain, us Bishop’s usually stick together.

“Let me know if you’re able to round them up or not.” Dad grins, and I leave with a pep to my step.

It’s been a few days since my cousins said they’d help me at the rodeo, and it only took a few friendly threats. Elle was even able to commit after she told her sexy as sin boss she needed off. I’ve got Riley, Elle, Kenzie, Kane, Knox, and even Diesel. Rowan’s planning to close the bar during that week because it’ll be really busy. I should find out any day now if I’ve been accepted, and if not, Grandma will have a few choice words with the Chamber of Commerce. No one crosses that woman when it comes to her grandkids, and I mean absolutely no one.

Today is Valentine's Day, and I’m already dreading it more than usual. I’ve decided not to go onto social media so I can avoid the ridiculous photos of couples so happily in love with candy and flowers. I’m already gagging thinking about it. Even though I’m a known love hater, as Rowan says, I still like making the day fun for the B&B guests.

The weather is brisk, and I crank the heat on full blast on the way to work. When I step out of my truck, frost crunches under my feet as I walk, and I honestly can’t wait for the spring flowers. Once I’m inside, I immediately get started. After I mix the strawberry pancake batter, I pull out the giant heart molds and the smaller ones for the sausage patties. Each year, we get tons of compliments by keeping the theme.

My employees arrive, and it’s a madhouse when breakfast starts, but then again, when is it not? We’re running back and forth between the buffet and the kitchen, and I swear we make hundreds of heart-shaped pancakes. The next time I go into the dining area, I see Riley and Diesel ragging on each other as Knox and Kane instigate the situation.

“He totally called you a pussy,” Kane taunts.

“I did not.” Diesel shakes his head.