Barrett knew she was out there somewhere.

Flynn flipped the bacon over while Barrett poured the eggs into the pan, then tossed the bread into the toaster. “How did things go with Amelia last night?”

“I offered her the job.”

Barrett grinned. “Awesome. Did she accept?”

“She said she’d get back to me.”

Barrett laughed. “Keeping you on the line about that, is she?”

“I guess.”

“Maybe she doesn’t like you.”

Flynn pinned him with a glare. “How the hell could she not like me? I’m fucking amazing.”

Barrett snorted. “Sure you are.”

The back door opened and Harmony walked in. She wore a tight-fitting T-shirt and those pants that only went past her knees, but hugged her body, showing off her curves.

Since his brother was in the room, Barrett would try not to notice how hot she looked.

“You didn’t wake me.”

“I was up early. Flynn and I went to the gym.”

She went to grab a cup to make coffee. “And now you’re fixing breakfast? I don’t know how some women haven’t swept in and married the hell out of both of you.”

Flynn grinned, then set the cooked bacon onto a plate. “I don’t know, either, considering how amazing we are. Well, I’m amazing. Barrett’s still a work in progress.”

“Kiss my ass, Flynn,” Barrett said.

Harmony laughed, then fixed herself a cup of coffee. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Nope,” Flynn said. “Take a seat.”

“I’ll do that.”

Flynn went to the refrigerator and grabbed cantaloupe, strawberries, honeydew melon and a pineapple, then started slicing them up while Barrett finished the toast.

“Grab some fresh oranges out of the fridge,” Flynn said to Barrett. “The juicer is in that cabinet.”

Barrett arched a brow. “Going all out, are we?”

“We are.”

Shaking his head, Barrett grabbed the juicer from the bottom cabinet, plugged it in, got the oranges out and sliced them in half, then juiced them.

Harmony had washed her hands and sliced oranges, handing them to him to move the process along.

“This is some fancy machine, Flynn,” Harmony said. “Most of us just buy orange juice in the container.”

“It’s better fresh.”

Harmony lifted her gaze to Barrett, who shook his head. “He’s all healthy and shit. What can you do?”

Harmony laughed and took the pitcher of fresh juice to the table, then got out plates and utensils.

Flynn brought the plate of bacon to the table. “I’m not all that healthy. We’re having bacon and fried potatoes with breakfast.”

“But the fresh fruit and juice counteract the effects,” Barrett said.

“Oh, they do, do they?” Harmony asked.

“Yeah. I read it somewhere. Plus, we burned off about two thousand calories already this morning.”

“You’d like to think that,” Flynn said, taking a seat at the table.

They dug in and ate. When Barrett took a drink of the juice, he had to admit it was damn good. “Okay, Flynn, you win. The fresh juice is better.”

“I can’t believe you admitted that.”

“Hey, I’m evolving.”

“Barrett’s right,” Harmony said. “The fresh juice is incredible. You should put a juice bar in your restaurant.”

“I don’t know about a juice bar, since we won’t be open for breakfast, at least not initially. But my plan is to use only fresh, organically grown and locally sourced ingredients. So we’ll see how it goes.”

“I can’t wait to see the menu,” Harmony said. “Or at least look it up online.”

“I told you that you’ll have to come back for the grand opening and taste everything.”

“Sure. Or, we’ll see how it goes, I guess.”

Flynn looked from her to Barrett. “You mean providing my brother doesn’t fuck up things between the two of you?”

“Hey,” Barrett said. “And mind your own business.”

“Whatever. So are you heading to the ranch this weekend?” Flynn asked.

“Yeah.”

Harmony swallowed, then turned to Barrett. “What’s going on at your parents’ place?”

“Our parents have invested in a new blues club that’s having their opening weekend in Austin. So we’re all flying in to hang out with the parents and go to the club. Tucker’s off because it’s the midseason break, so even he’ll be around.”

She smiled at him. “That sounds fun.”

“You should bring Harmony,” Flynn said. “Hell, you should bring her entire family, Barrett. They’ve come to the ranch before, haven’t you?”

She shook her head. “My mom and my brother have been there, but I was on a college trip the last time they came out, so I missed it.”

“Then you definitely have to come. Doesn’t she, Barrett?”

Barrett had no idea how to respond to that. Bringing Harmony’s family would be innocuous enough, except he’d want to be alone with Harmony, and if Drake was there . . .

“What?” Flynn asked.

“My brother doesn’t know Barrett and I are seeing each other. And Barrett doesn’t want him to know.”

“Ohhh,” Flynn said, giving his brother the once-over. “So, uh, what’s the big deal?”