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“Should it weird me out you’re doing this?” Peter asks as he tosses me another pillow.

“I want to do something special for her.”

“Did I really need to help?”

“Hey, you offered.”

“I’m really starting to regret it.”

“It’s a date.”

Peter groans. “And I know what happened the last time I took Old Betty out for a ‘date.’”

Now I’m groaning. “I don’t want to think about that.”

I set the last pillow in place and admire our work.

Twinkle lights dangle from the cab of the truck. Pillows and blankets line the bed, and a cooler sits with food from the ranch and a bottle of wine. The last rays of the sun are peeking through the now-full trees.

It’s cool, but not cold, on this spring night.

The perfect night for Gemma.

“I feel like this is where I’m supposed to do my big brother duty and ask what your intentions are with my sister.”

I laugh. “No offense, Peter, but Gemma scares me way more than you do.”

He rubs a finger over his brow. “She’s never been one to take any shit from any of us.”

“Who’s bringing her up here?” I ask.

“I think she said Layla volunteered. Something about Ivy being busy tonight. Huh.”

“Huh, what?” I turn to face him.

“Mason said he was busy tonight, so that’s why I’m covering for him at the bar.”

“You think something is up between the two of them?”

Headlights pass over us as a car appears at the end of the clearing.

“I’m going to take that as my cue to leave. Have fun tonight.” Peter points a finger at me. “But not too much fun.”

“Thanks.” I nod at him as he leaves.

My nerves are high. I know Gemma will love this, but I hate that she’s unsure about us.

I want to be with her. More than I’ve ever wanted to be with anyone else. The last few weeks have gone by in a blur. If I’m not spending time with Gemma, I’m writing in the ranch lobby.

Clint is eating up everything I’m sending to him. He loves it. The studio loves it.

I wish I could share in their excitement. I love what I’m writing, I really do.

But with each script sent to Clint, it’s that much closer to me leaving Dixon.

And Gemma.