It was a busy day on the ranch and you were just trailing after Cade, offering to help, but he’d insist he was fine.

You ignored the prickling of the pins from the hay bales beneath you and continued talking while inspecting your hands above you. “I mean honestly, I think you’re quite fitting of like James. I mean, if you weren’t called Cade. Do you see it?” I queried, glancing at him, turning your head causing a curl or two to fall off your shoulders.

“You know best sugar.” He said looking up from the hay bales he was stacking. He arched a brow when he noticed how you were lying. “Are you comfy like that?”

You shrugged, and he frowned disapprovingly. “Baby come down if it’s not nice.” He tutted, pausing his actions. You shook your head, waving him off and so he continued his work.

Baby. Sugar. Darlin’. Honey. The endearments go on. Is it more than friends? No. Have his brothers said otherwise? Yes. Has his Father, Harvey said otherwise? Yes.

“I can help you know.” You offered for the 6672th time. He shook his head. “It’s okay, I got it.”

“You always got it.” You chided softly. He smiled softly and sent a wink your way. “Okay.” You smiled. “If you didn’t know me, what would you think my name is?”