I don’t get what you’re asking.
Another huff as I look up at the ceiling. “Tate.”
“Yes?” she asks in a saccharine tone. “Did you need something?”
I twist around to glare at her. She takes a bite of her breakfast sandwich and raises her brows. One thing I’ve noticed all the Whittakers do is make you swallow your pride and spell it out. “What do you mean he doesn’t understand what I’m asking?”
“I’d love to tell you, but I was told to mind my own business.”
“Tate,” I growl at the same time Kenny says it in a warning tone.
She rolls her eyes. “On the other end of that phone, Maddie’s going, ‘how could the words I said mean anything but what I said?’ You’ve kinda gotta spell shit out for him. He can’t read between the lines. It’s just how his brain works,” she says with a shrug, taking another bite of her sandwich.
I look back down at my text. My question seems very clear.
“You’d wanna say, ‘Whyare you paying for my shit?’,” Kenny leads.
“That’s implied,” I argue but send the message anyway.
She nods. “For you and me, and probably a lot of other people, but not Maddie. He’s very no-nonsense and expects everyone else to be, too.”
Rancher
Cause I want to.
Austin
But why?
Rancher
Already answered that, Tex. Got any more questions or can I get back to work?
Austin
Why’re you working? It’s Saturday.
Rancher
I’ll be sure to let the horses know they don’t get their stalls mucked on the weekends anymore.
Austin
You have ranch hands.
Rancher
And they have days off on occasion. Buy your shit on my card, Tex. If you don’t wanna swipe the card yourself, give it to one of the girls. Neither of them have a problem using it.
Austin
Only if you promise to approve my purchases before I swipe it.
The typing bubble pops up, but then my phone gets snatched out of my hand. “Hey!”
“No boys on our girls’ day,” Kenny says, shoving the phone between her thighs.
“If you think putting it there is gonna dissuade me, you don’t know me very well,” I flirt back.
