They say omegas are trouble. Turns out, they’re right. My cousins and I stopped believing we’d ever find an omega years ago. Not like this small town has them lining up to bond with us. Between the farm and the rodeo circuit, we barely have time to sleep—let alone chase some impossible dream of finding our scent match. Then one phone call changes everything. A favor for an old friend leaves us playing babysitter to a barely legal omega with a sharp mouth, zero filter, and enough attitude to bring three grown men to their knees. She’s only supposed to stay with us for a few weeks while things back home cool down. No problem. She packed all the things to avoid her heat while she’s with us. So there aren’t any mishaps. At least… that’s what she thought. ****date is a place holder and will be moved up...