Warmly,
Jill Lynn
My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.
—1 John 3:18
To my siblings—I’m thankful for your support and encouragement.
To Lost Valley Guest Ranch—A huge thank-you for your contributions to this series.
To Shana Asaro—Thank you for being a consistently fabulous editor. You make every book so much better.
And to everyone at Love Inspired—You’re the best team, and I’m so glad to work with you.
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Note to Readers
Mackenzie Wilder didn’t want to kill her brother in the true sense, just in the what-were-you-thinking, cartoon-wringing-of-the-neck sense. He’d gone and hired someone to help run the guest ranch for the summer—which meant the person would be completely involved in every aspect of her professional life—without asking for her input.
Had Luc talked to Emma before hiring this person? Not that it mattered. Their sister’s head was so in-the-clouds in love right now that she’d say yes to anything and not even know what she was responding to.
Mackenzie bounded down the lodge steps, the screen door giving a loud whine and snap behind her. One of the new college-aged girls on staff for the summer was heading inside.
“Hey, Bea, have you seen Luc?”
“Earlier this morning he was in his office.” Her face went dreamy, eyebrows bobbing. “He had some man candy with him, too.” Great. Her brother had hired some young buckaroo who would have all of the female staff members sighing, swooning and requiring fainting couches all summer.
Maybe a what-were-you-thinking slug was in order.
“I just checked there, so now I’m headed to the barn. If you run into him, would you let him know I’m looking for him?”
If the man would just pick up his phone or respond to the texts she’d sent, Mackenzie wouldn’t be on this scavenger hunt.
“Sure.” Bea’s short raven hair shifted with her perky nod.
“Thanks.” Mackenzie’s boots crunched across the parched asparagus-colored grass, the short walk doing nothing to calm her frustration. When she stepped inside the barn, it took her a minute to adjust to the lack of light. She heard her brother before she saw him and followed his voice. He was talking to Boone, one of the new staff members—almost all of them could be labeled that this summer. And the timing for the turnover couldn’t be worse.
Usually they had at least a few veteran staff return for the summer. Ones who could lead and train the more transitional summer help. But this year, everyone seasoned had moved on to greener pastures. Which was why she and Luc had hoped to hire someone to work with them—or at least closely under their direction. Especially with Luc and his wife, Cate, expecting twin girls in July.
Luc finished his conversation, and Boone headed outside. Mackenzie waited for him to be out of hearing range before she laid into Luc.
“Tell me your hey-I-hired-someone text that I missed earlier this morning was a joke.”
Luc scrubbed a hand through his short light brown hair, a grimace taking over his face. She was two inches taller than him, but he had her in brawn. Tall and straight, with muscles and barely existent curves, Mackenzie had accepted her body—or lack thereof—long ago.
“Nope. Not a joke. You know