Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“She’s going.” Logan walked in from the back. “This is something she’s dreamed about all of her life, and she’s not going to allow a bunch of societal assholes to hold her back. She’s on the board of the museum and has more than every right to be there on the big night.”
Which was why she should have a famous designer doing her dress. The Met Gala was one of fashion’s big shows. It was one of the most anticipated and photographed and talked about events in her world.
“Oh, I’m going. They’re not going to stop me, but I need the right dress. Something dramatic,” Georgia said with a smile. “Honestly, I wouldn’t hate something that played to the stereotypes they put me in. So I need something gold and stripper-like.”
Seth laughed. “And I’m putting Wes down for his nap. Let me know what I’m wearing, baby. You know I never have to wear a tux to the annual heritage festival here in Bliss.”
“Or to Woo Woo Fest,” Logan pointed out. “Brooke, how’s the engagement going to two men you barely knew a week ago?”
She could always count on Logan to point out the obvious flaws in her plans.
She’d never had him out to her apartment because she was ashamed of how small it was. How little she’d been able to achieve.
Brooke stood up and gave Logan a hug since she hadn’t seen him in a couple of days. Logan squeezed her tight and whispered. “She’s nervous about having a gown custom designed. She only trusts you. Please.”
She wasn’t big enough to design for the Met.
Or she was, and it was time to prove it. She didn’t want to let her family down, but maybe it was time to figure out if what she thought she wanted at eighteen was what she wanted at twenty-eight.
What would her eighteen-year-old self say? Now that she thought about it, her eighteen-year-old self had been kind of kick ass.
She took a deep breath and stepped back before turning to Georgia. If Georgia could walk out in front of that crowd proud and steadfast in who she was, then Brooke could design the clothes she would make a stand in. “Gold, then. I’m thinking flashy on the surface but deep and complex underneath. How do you feel about a gown that transforms?”
She was thinking about starting out with a gown that looked hard and metallic and then revealed itself to be soft and lovely under the outer coat.
Georgia’s eyes lit up. “I feel amazing.”
Brooke settled in and got to work.
Friday
“I don’t know.” Trev stood outside the bunkhouse, a mug of coffee in his hands. “How the hell would they get in?”
The bunkhouse had been… Bay wouldn’t say vandalized. Not exactly. It wasn’t like there was a bunch of broken stuff, but it was obvious someone had been through it and they’d taken the small safe where they were supposed to keep valuables when they needed a place to put them.
“We were all hands on deck this afternoon,” Shane pointed out. “No one would have been in here, and we had a bunch of people over for the inspections. I don’t think we would have noticed extra cars, and the inspectors have free rein.”
It was probably Trev’s most stressful day of the year. In order to keep their organic status, the ranch had to allow inspections, and this time it coincided with regular USDA inspections. It had been a day, and now that it was done they had to deal with the fact that someone had been in the bunkhouse.
“Boss, I don’t think they got anything.” Jeff had been around far longer than Bay and Shane. He was a bit older and handled a lot of the day-to-day operations when Bo and Trev were traveling or dealing with their families.
Bay was almost certain he was pissed he and Shane were staying in the foreman’s house. He’d overheard Jeff talking to some of the other hands about how he thought it was bullshit he and Shane got the foreman’s house, and if one of them is named the new foreman he’ll quit. Someone tried to explain that it was more about Brooke than he and Shane, but Jeff wasn’t listening.
It didn’t matter since Brooke was already talking about heading back to New York in a few weeks. Oh, she claimed it was so she could find some fabric or something for Georgia Stark-Warner’s museum party, but he didn’t understand why Teeny couldn’t order some.
She’d casually mentioned they could come with her.
The idea of being with all those people sent a damn chill up his spine.
He hadn’t been able to handle Denver. He damn straight couldn’t do New York City.
He was going to fuck this up for all of them.
“They got the safe.” Trev walked over to the place where the small safe had been. “The whole damn thing. I thought it was in there better than that.”