BOOK4 EPILOGUE ONE-ARLISS

EPILOGUE ONE-ARLISS

Penny’s home healing after popping out two of the cutest, chubbiest babies this side of the Appalachians, but she still managed to bark orders at us from her perch on the couch like the bakery boss queen she is.

“Keep Max away for at least two hours,” she’d insisted, waving a spatula like a scepter as Avery and I nodded solemnly like good little soldiers.

Apparently, Max’s contract with his grandma—the original Devil in the Jersey Devil’s family tree—requires him to log actual labor hours on the ranch during sanctioned community events or risk losing access to the property and the ranch's resources.

And since Max gave all the Crew a stake in the land, everyone is shall we say highly invested in keeping those hours logged and the matriarch appeased.

“But Penny might need something,” Max starts as we pass him at the rodeo staging area, his Devilishly red worry lines already in full formation.