Resonance of Stars (Greenstone Security #5) - Anne Malcom Page 0,62

in my ear before storming out for the day.

Harriet and I had become fast friends.

Anna and me too, but she was more active with the day-to-day activities on the ranch. She might’ve been in her fifties, but she worked harder than I ever had.

I helped out where I could, but there was a limit to my skills, and I also knew that Duke didn’t want any visitors to the ranch catching a glimpse of me and fucking it all up. As it was, the ranch hands were all briefed on how important my “privacy” was and Duke was policing my interactions with them, which was totally fucking annoying, because they seemed extremely cool. Like real-life cowboys. They weren’t impressed with me, and I loved that.

So when Duke was out with his father or doing any of the million things that there were to get done in the day, I usually snuck off to tag along on rides or to watch them do cowboy shit.

They didn’t mind. In fact, they definitely enjoyed it. They loved the audience.

But today, Harriet and I were enjoying a cheeseboard on the porch of the cabin. She’d brought everything over and insisted that she organize it.

I’d let her, because I knew little about organizing a cheese board, considering I’d never really eaten one in my life.

And when she set it down on the small wicker table, I totally got what she meant. It was on a rustic wooden cutting board, filled to the brim. Grapes. Apple slices. Chutneys, various cheeses. Sliced bread. Crackers.

“This is all meant to be for us?” I asked.

She grinned at me while lifting her phone up to take a photo of the board from above. “No, I’m very aware of your eating habits, and though I’m happy to see they’ve gotten better in your time here, I don’t think we’ve changed what I’m guessing is years of habits in a week.” She tapped at her phone, no doubt adding filters and working her magic.

Harriet was, in fact, the bomb at Instagram. Her feed was full of earth-toned aesthetic shots of the ranch, of food, of her hands holding various drinks. Even some sneaky ones of the men in her family standing with their backs to the camera, the sun setting on the ranch.

I blinked at her response, at how astute she was and how little judgment there was in her tone. After the first night, no one had tried to push baked goods onto me and let me serve myself. Harriet was right, things had changed. Drastically, considering now I ate three meals a day when before I was lucky if I had one. I’d helped Anna cook most of them—well, tried to. After she saw the extent of how bad I was at cooking, she had decided we’d have weekly cooking lessons.

Duke hadn’t mentioned it either, and I knew that he’d noted it. He noted everything. It seemed such a fucking stupid thing to be obsessing about in the midst of all of this, but it was a big part of my life before. It was attached to my image, my worth, not something I could easily just shake.

I was proud of myself for smearing the bread with chutney then topping it with cheese.

Harriet grinned in approval.

“You make a good board, Harriet,” I said after swallowing.

She lifted her glass to clink with mine—another thing I loved about her, and the entire family in general, their healthy drinking habits. “I do, don’t I?”

We fell into silence for a beat, staring out at the view I’d never be able to get used to, and all things going well, I wouldn’t have time to get used to it.

One thing I had gotten used to was the fact that Harriet was rarely ever content in silence.

“Now, I am very interested about what your girlfriends think of Duke and how many you had to bitch-slap from stealing your man,” Harriet said. “And I know it sounds incredibly biased to think my grandson is sufficiently good-looking to have your friends try to steal him from you, but I also have eyes. And they show me he is a handsome man and no doubt in demand.”

I sipped my drink. “No doubt,” I agreed, thinking of all the woman in LA most likely waiting for his call. Or the girlfriend that I’d created in my mind. She was petite. Much shorter than him, even in heels. But she didn’t wear heels much. She went hiking. She was a kindergarten