The Rancher's Rules
Grant took a swig from his beer and set the long-neck bottle on the familiar oak surface of the kitchen table. He grimaced. It tasted like swill, and didn't smell much better in his opinion, but it was all part of the ritual."Damn it, Bud, this is the third one in two months." His date last night had ended the evening with a Dear Grant speech, and he hadn't even been able to work up enough remorse to make her feel properly appreciated.
He'd been too busy trying to control the urge to follow Zoe and the guy on the Harley. He'd been looking after Zoe Jensen for as long as he could remember. Too long to take seeing some leather-clad joker with his hands all over her with any kind of equanimity.
Bud did not answer, and Grant took no offense. He stared morosely into his new friend's beady but understanding eyes.
"Guess you understand, amigo. You got dumped too."
Bud wiped his face and stared silently back at Grant. Grant nodded. "Women. Who can understand them? Even Zoe is like a puzzle with a piece missing lately. You should have seen the loser she was with last night."
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