18. Kingston

EVERLEIGH

The drive down to the stables was quick and quiet. I could see his shoulders becoming more and more tense the closer we came to our destination.

We were greeted at the gigantic sliding barn door by a man dressed in jeans, boots, a blue plaid shirt and a baseball cap that had seen better days. I could see his ink black hair, streaked with gray, as he pushed his hat back away from his face. No doubt this man was good looking back in his heyday.

He greets us with a huge smile and clapps Ronan on the back with his massive hand. Ronan steps out of the side by side, holding his hand out for me to slide across the bench seat.

"Bradley." He greets the man with a nod. "Everleigh, this is our ranch manager, Bradley Jenkins."

"Everleigh Logan." I extend my hand in greeting. "Jenkins… Does that make…"

He cut me off with a grin and a far away look. "My Emily and I have been married for going on forty years now. She's still as beautiful as the day I met her."

The love he has for his wi