“What’s on your mind?”

“Remember the idea I told you about?” Lindsey asked.

“You mean for turning the ranch into an event venue?”

“I know what a huge undertaking it would be. So I guess what I’m asking is, would you be willing to help? I’d figure out a way to pay you somehow...eventually...”

“Pay me? No, not after—” Booming voices from the kitchen drew Spencer’s attention. Sounded like Dad and Tito had just come in. He hated to imagine his grandfather’s reaction if he found out what Lindsey was hoping to do next door. “You should go. We can talk about this later.”

Mouth flattened, she looked toward the door, then back at Spencer. “It always comes back to the feud, doesn’t it? What is wrong with you Navarros that you can’t let go of this senseless grudge?”

“Lindsey, please.” He stretched one hand toward her.

She backed away, her eyes narrowing. “What was I thinking? You said it yourself twelve years ago—Navarros and McClements don’t mix.”