Marvin's POV

  “And where have you been, Mr. Rancher?” I asked my twin, clenching my teeth and grinning all at once.

  He took one hard look at me before completely releasing me and walking around his table to take a seat.

  “I'm busy. Just spit out whatever you got to stay and leave.” He rapped, burying his head in his damn work like the fucking workaholic I knew he was.

  Well, may the good Lord help him drown in a pool of horseshit and do more work.

  But as for me, I was going to rewind because I needed to give myself flowers for getting off Ashley's mirror pic for...