Sam: ANYWAY. If y’all can come out tomorrow before breakfast, I’d appreciate it.
Me: You got it.
Kit showedup with coffee and an apologetic smile.
“Kit Baker, it isfive-thirtyin the morning,” I grumped, still in my shorty baby-blue silk pajamas.
“These ranch boys start early,” he explained with an apologetic tip of his hat.
I let my eyes drop to his knee as I took the coffee. “It’s a damn good thing you’re wearing that brace. Otherwise, we’d be going back to your place.”
“And that’s why I’m wearing it.”
I shut the door, letting Kit wait outside as I changed from my pajamas into my favorite sky-blue scrubs. Knowing I was going to a queer-friendly place, I took a few extra moments to add a bit of mascara, blush, and my favorite lip stain for the occasion. I walked out, sipping the delicious coffee, and Kit did a double take.
“You look nice,” he said, almost shy.
“Sam and I are already practically best friends. I knew I’d be in good company.”
We climbed into Betsy and headed out to Rebel Sky Ranch, arriving right as breakfast was being served in the main house.
“They used to host breakfast all the time, but now I think they do it once a month,” Kit explained as we got out of the car. “Trip does a great job with this place. Though I do wish you had been around to meet his parents.”
“Oh, did they die?”
“His mom did. Super-fast-moving cancer. His father is still alive, but lives out in Bee Cave.”
An amused expression crossed Kit’s face, and I lifted my chin. “What’s this look?”
“Oh, I was reminded that the father—Wyatt—he’s now married to his late wife’s brother.”
I stopped, tracing an imaginary path in the air to follow what he said. Trip’s mother’s brother? Iiiinteresting.
“Man, Sam wasn’t kidding when he said their ranch was crawling with queers. And I can’t wait to hear that story.”
“I’m sure Sam’ll tell you everything. He and Desi—the brother—are thick as thieves.”
We made our way up the front porch steps, and Kit removed his hat as the front door swung open wide. I immediately recognized Sam, who was wearing shorts and a loose silk top.
He looked me up and down and smiled widely. “Oh my God, are we wearing the exact same blush?”
“Luminous Silk in Ecstasy?”
“Yes, girl!” He gave me a huge hug. “A bitch with style. I love it.”
Sam led us into the living room and up into the kitchen area, which was filled with all sorts of hot ranch action.
“Damn,” I cursed, getting in line behind what appeared to be a throuple. “I should’ve made this move sooner.”
Kit grumbled something under his breath, and I grinned. Could I be making my crush a little jealous?Heaven forbid.
The gentleman in front of me, slightly older than Kit, with a head of thick gray and silver hair turned, sending me a gorgeous smile. “Are you the traveling ortho specialist?”
His accent was thick, his voice was deep, and I appreciated the flirty look in his eyes. The other two—this was definitely a throuple—turned to face me.
“Well.Hellothere,” the strong, handsome one said with a leer.
I gulped, taking in all the delicious man meat.
