I'm talking to his back, though. He's already stomping out.
The jerk doesn't bother to answer my question, either.
Why am I not surprised?
Chapter Four
Walker
Who knew that myown brother would be the first one I'd have to kill? It's a shame, really. I actually like the fucker. Usually.
"What the fuck did you do with Letty today?" I growl, stomping up to him and Bishop outside of the mess hall.
"What?"
"What did you do with Letty today?" I growl again, my hands shoved into my pockets. Maybe I should stitch the motherfuckers in there. Seems safer at this point, considering how often I'm thinking about throttling someone.
It's been all of twenty-four hours since Tanner hired her, and I've had murder on my mind for at least twenty-three of them.
This is going so well.
"Uh, I helped her move her shit in?" Wade says, a confused look on his face. "I told her about that time you got chased into a creek by a wild boar. She thought that was hilarious, by the way."
"Yeah, well, she thinks you're a eunuch."
"What the fuck? Why does she think that?"
"Because I told her you were a eunuch."
"Jesus Christ." Bishop damn near chokes on his own tongue trying not to fall over laughing.
"You son of a bitch," Wade mutters, scowling at me.
"Stop flirting with my future wife."
My brother stares at me for a long moment before his lips twitch into a grin. "You jealous asshole," he says. "I wasn't flirting with her. We were trauma bonding over you being a dick. And newsflash, I'm pretty sure she'd rather marry the goddamn devil than you at this point." He slaps me on the back before sliding around me. "Good luck changing that, motherfucker. I'm betting against you."
I scowl at his back, then turn to scowl at Bishop.
He holds his hands up, flashing me a smirk. "I didn't do a damn thing," he says, fighting laughter before he strides after Wade. "Leave me and my cock out of this."
I stand right there for a long moment, trying to get my shit together before I give up, growl a curse, and stomp into the mess hall. It's dead silent. A literal fucking pin could drop, and you'd hear it right now.
What the fuck?
I don't have to wait long to get my answer.
Letty is carrying dishes out from the kitchen, and all eyes are on her. Every damn man in the room is staring like their eyes are about to bug out of their heads.
This ranch is going to have a mass grave soon.
"Are those…churros?" Blaze whispers in awe.
"Holy shit." Anderson snatches his hat off his head, licking his lips. "She made us churros?"
"It smells like real food in here," Bishop groans. "I might cry."
"You might cry?" Abel, who has been doing a lot of the cooking since our last cook quit, shoots him a look. "I might dance on a fuckin' table, boy."
