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JACKSON
Hyacinth Lenox was the most frustrating woman I'd ever met. She was also the most beautiful. The first time I saw her was the morning after my arrival at the ranch. My father and I had been invited to the big house for breakfast. I'd known there were nine women in the large house—one had just married and moved to the neighboring ranch—and expected it to be chaotic. What I'd discovered was that women were absolutely nothing like a group of men. I'd spent twelve years of my life in the army and mealtime could be hectic in any mess hall or even out over a campfire when we were hungry enough.
But when we'd gone through the back door of the Lenox house, it was like watching a tornado indoors. Two people had been plating food being cooked at the stove. Two others had set the table w
