Wyatt Nightshade

I am busy cleaning the bar and restocking the liquor shelves before we open later today. I had left Briar at our cottage on the ranch with her new nanny to get this work done. I am busy scrubbing at a suspicious spot on the floor, on my hands and knees. The door opens and I hear light footsteps walk up to me. I look up, breath catching as it normally does every time I see her since she had moved into town. She smiles at me, a coffee in her hand. I stare up at her, like a fool Uhh, hey.