“You just make it so easy.” She glances over at me before her attention catches on a booth filled with boots. “What’s her name?”
I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her over to the cowboy boots. “Stevie. She’s three years younger than I am. She definitely gives ‘baby of the family, youngest sibling’ energy.”
“Funny,” she begins, stopping just shy of the first display table to look up at me fully. “I was going to say the same about you.”
“Youngest boy,” I point out with a small smile and shrug. “Kind of the same thing, right?”
“Close enough.”
Faith picks up a pair of taller white boots with blue detailing and a lighter brown sole. She flips it over and looks at the bottom, running her hand up and down the sides as she hums softly. She gently places it down on the table where she found it before venturing further into the racks to look at the rest of them.
“Do you have any other siblings?” she ponders as she stops to glance at a short black pair. “I remember you saying you were helping your brother with the ranch, so I assume he’s older?”
“Correct,” I tell her as she moves on. “Nash. He’s the oldest and a stubborn asshole but he’s the responsible one out of the group, hence why he took over running the ranch.”
She chuckles, picking up a pair of red boots to inspect. “Seems like you could learn a thing or two from him.”
“It’s been twenty-six years, Sweetheart. I think my learning days are over.”
She looks me up and down, the corner of her lips tilting slightly upward. “If you say so, Pretty Boy.”
Faith puts the boots down and exits the booth, but not before stopping to look at the white pair again. She takes her phone out and snaps a picture before sliding it back into the back pocket of her skin-tight leather pants—I swear I’m not looking…I swear I’m trying not to look. I pull out my phone, searching for a specific text thread as she continues her perusal of the booth with women’s clothing across the way.
Me
What size shoe does Faith wear?
Rylie
She’ll kill you for spending money on her.
Rylie
She’s a size nine.
Rylie
Keep my name out of this one, yeah?
Me
Thanks. I owe you one.
Rylie
I prefer sports cars.
I chuckle as I pocket my phone and run to catch up with Faith, who is now eyeing up the hats. She picks up a tan one and places it on her head—loosely because of the bun—and even with the leather pants throwing off the look, that hat looks like it was made to sit atop those blonde curls.
“That’s the one,” I tell her as I slide up next to her. “You should wear that tonight.”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffs, taking it off and putting it back. “I don’t think hats are my thing.”
I lean against the wall and give her my sexiest grin. “Mine could be.”
She steps past me, not even bothering to give the rest of the hats the time of day. “Is it just you three then?”
“Nope.” I stay a pace behind her, leaving room for everyone else to get by. “I also have an older sister, Addison. But we all call her Addie. She’s four years older than me but acts like my mother sometimes.”
