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The truck belonged to Beast.

The giant former Army Ranger leaning against it definitely belonged to nobody.

Unfortunately.

It was six-thirty in the morning.

The sun had barely started climbing over the mountains.

And somehow Beast McCoy was already parked outside my ranch gate.

Watching.

My stomach did something annoying.

I ignored it.

Mostly.

I pulled my horse trailer to a stop and lowered the window.

Beast pushed away from the truck.

Coffee in one hand.

Grumpy expression in place.

Business as usual.

"What are you doing?"

"Standing."

I rolled my eyes.

"Why?"

"I’m stand outside."

"Very helpful."

"I try."

I narrowed my eyes.

He took a sip of coffee.

The giant jerk looked entirely too pleased with himself.

Then I noticed something.

A second coffee cup.

Sitting on the hood of his truck.

Still steaming.

I pointed.