"Where's Chase?" Maya said. "I want to guilt him into getting my bags for me." Zane gave a sigh of the long-suffering. "How many?" "Four, but two of them are small." "You're going on a cattle drive, not touring the capitals of Europe." Maya leaned toward Phoebe. "He's always crabby when people invade his precious ranch. Hmm. Actually he's crabby most of the time." Zane's scowl didn't seem to affect Maya, who linked arms with Phoebe, then used her free hand to blow Zane a kiss."