“Of course. My cookies bring all the boys to the yard.”

Everyone thinks Winter didn’t care, but I know better. She loves her little sister, even though her mom has made her feel like she shouldn’t. Even if she doesn’t know how to show it.

I started bartending at eighteen. Seven years later, my desire to go out and party is pretty much shot. I’ll take a boozy brunch with my bestie and a dirty book in bed by eight for a thousand, Alex.

I shrug. “Okay sure, why not?” Hillbilly shit it is.

And there he is . . . warming up and looking sexy as hell. Shoulders held tall. Black hat. Black shirt with silver snaps. Black chaps. Black boots. Even Blueberry matches him. “I wonder if he has a favorite color?” I ask to a chorus of laughs. “He looks like Cowboy Batman,” Rhett says.

I’m definitely in my country-boy era. I think I just haven’t settled down because the city boys want to talk to me about oil futures and the size of their bank account like that makes up for the size of their di—” “Willa.” Summer’s eyes widen. “We’re in public.” “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” The look she gives me is downright

Cade: Why is my child’s birth part of a group text? Summer: Because we’re excited! Violet: So excited! Send pictures! Rhett: After though. Not during. I don’t need to know Willa that well.

Summer: Rhett Eaton. I know you are not texting and driving with the daddy-to-be in your car. Cade: He is. Rhett: Red light, Princess. And why are you only worried about Cade and not me? Summer: TODAY ISN’T ABOUT YOU.

“I know,” is her soft reply. “I’m just glad Summer has you. God knows the rest of us didn’t do her any good.”