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“Okay, then. What are your skills?” Meadow asked.
“What is this? A job interview?” She waved a hand in dismissal. “You know I have a college degree.”
Colton cocked his brow. “I thought you went straight to Europe after high school?”
She sent Colton a long look. “I’m not that much younger than Meadow. I just look it.”
Meadow stuck her tongue out at her, and Ivy gave her a playful grin.
“What’s your degree in?” Colton reached to clasp Meadow’s hand. Seeing how the pair couldn’t keep their hands off each other for very long left an ache in her own chest. She’d enjoyed her solo tour of Europe…but she’d been lonely too.
“Marketing.”
He cleared his throat. “That’s useful in some businesses, but I’m not sure what good it does us around the ranch.”
She held a sigh trapped in her chest. She’d grappled with her choice of college degree for years while attending classes and even after graduation. She wasn’t going to admit to her sister’s boyfriend what Meadow probably already had guessed—that she didn’t know what to do, and Daddy had been paying, so why not?
There must be some way to redeem herself in their eyes.
“I do have a big reach.”
They stared at her.
Meadow spoke up. “Do you mean social media reach?”
“Of course. I maintained a travel blog on YouTube with shorts in TikTok over the past nine months.”
Colton shook his head. “Again, I’m not sure how social media can help the ranch right at this moment, but if I think of anything, I know where to find you.
Damn. That was a little harsh, but understandable.
“You could work with me training horses.” Meadow offered her an encouraging smile.
“I’m not great with horses.”
“We’ve got beef to sell soon,” Colton tossed out another idea.
“I don’t eat beef. I’m on a Mediterranean diet.”
Meadow gave her an incredulous look. “You never got over the loss of your favorite calf, did you?”
She folded her arms and scowled. “Petunia was the best calf in the universe!”
“Daddy always told you they’re not pets.”
“I bottle-fed her!”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Colton broke up the argument by clearing his throat. “Someone needs to make calls to the customers about the horses we’ve sold. We need someone to follow up.”
Ivy tapped her palms on the table. “Finally a job I can do. I can talk to people! I’ll make the calls.”
Ten minutes later, Colton had gone outside to handle some ranch chores, and Meadow left to work with a new pony, leaving Ivy to dig through her father’s office to find the contacts for those horse buyers.
As soon as she entered the still space, she saw that her work was cut out for her. The place looked like a time capsule, a moment captured when her father had last sat behind that big walnut desk and attended to his duties.
Boxes of what she already knew to be various mechanical parts for farm equipment were piled on the floor. The stack of mail alone staggered her.
