Cash (Lucky River Ranch #1) Read Online Jessica Peterson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Lucky River Ranch Series by Jessica Peterson
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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It’s my job to keep them safe until I figure out what the fuck this all means—him promising me the ranch, but giving me pictures of people I don’t know instead.

Clearing my throat, I glance over my shoulder. “Come in.”

Goody slips through the door. She glances around the office, her eyes flickering for a beat. She’s taking his passing hard too. Goody and Garrett were close, having worked together for decades. She was his legal counsel on all Lucky Ranch Enterprises, Incorporated’s deals, and now she’s a rich woman because of it.

“These were in the safety-deposit box.” Digging into the bag, I pull out a picture of Garrett and Aubrey line-dancing and hold it up. “Not what I was expecting, but⁠—”

“Garrett was a complicated man, I know.” Goody closes the door behind her. “You all right?”

I nod, swallowing. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be just fine.”

“How like you to say that.” She offers me a soft smile. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Ninety-nine percent of the time, I love living in a small town. But right now, I fucking hate how well we all know each other. No getting anything past anyone in these parts. Why can’t I brood in peace like a normal person?

“What can I help you with?” I manage.

“I have some news.”

My stomach dips. I place the photo in the bag and zip it up. “Good or bad?”

“Depends.”

I can’t read her expression. Her eyes have this funny, knowing gleam in them.

Turning, I lean the backs of my legs against my desk and cross my arms. “Let’s get it over with, then.”

“Mollie’s coming to the ranch.”

You can hear a pin drop in the silence that fills the room.

I run a hand over my face. “To stay?”

Goody takes a sharp, short breath through her nose. “I asked her that when she called this morning, but she just said she wanted to ‘get a lay of the land.’ I don’t know for sure if that means she’s staying, but considering what’s at stake…yes, I’m guessing she’ll be at the ranch for a while.”

I grit my teeth, biting down so hard my back molars light up with a flash of pain. “What the hell are we gonna do with her?”

“I reckon we’ll figure it out. She owns the place, so…”

My heart flutters in my chest like a trapped bird. “What if she doesn’t end up staying the whole year? Who gets the trust then?”

“Garrett did not leave it to you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That’s not my question.”

Goody searches my face for a beat. “He has a plan for the money. We’ll cross that bridge if we get there.”

“When. When we get there. City Girl ain’t gonna last a day. The will said she had to actively manage the ranch, right?”

“Cash.” Goody’s tone is laced with warning. “I don’t need to tell you to play nice, right?”

“I don’t play. And I’m not nice.”

That soft smile of hers is back. “Horseshit.”

Can’t help it. I laugh, the heaviness in my chest lifting for half a heartbeat. Maybe that’s why I blurt, “Why do you think Garrett told me I’d get the ranch if he never intended for me to have it?”

Goody thinks on this for a minute. “I’m not sure, Cash. Who knows what he intended? It’s entirely possible he did want the ranch to go to you, but he didn’t think he’d die before he amended his will.”

“Maybe.” But I don’t buy it. There’s a tickle in the back of my brain—a feeling that I’m missing a piece of whatever puzzle Garrett put together.

“Whatever the case, it will all work out.” Goody claps me on the shoulder. “Mollie arrives tomorrow, mid-afternoon. I’m going to get the New House ready.”

The New House is what we call the six-thousand-square-foot mansion Garrett and Aubrey built right before they divorced. Aubrey apparently hated living in the circa-1920 farmhouse Garrett brought her home to when they married, so after they struck black gold, they built Aubrey’s dream house.

That still wasn’t enough to keep her around. No one lives there now, but Patsy, Lucky Ranch’s resident chef, uses the massive, modern kitchen to turn out breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the entire staff during the week.

After Aubrey left, Garrett moved back to the old farmhouse. My brothers cleaned out his belongings only last month, and now Wyatt calls it home.

I suck in a long, deep breath. In my gut, I knew Mollie would come to the ranch, but I still hoped there was a small chance she’d chicken out.

Not too late for that. Maybe once she’s here, she’ll realize she’s not up to the task of running a ranch. She’s a city girl with soft hands and likely no real physical skills. Can’t imagine she knows how to muck a stall or drive a tractor.

I tell myself she’ll more than likely run screaming after a day or two.


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