I shake my head and glance at my watch.I’ll need to head back home to shower if I’m going to pick up Daisy in time for work.“You got somewhere more important to be?”
“Yeah, your mother’s bedroom,” I say, reliving a little of our glory days.A lot has changed since then—loss, heartache, war, and even our friendship.
Rhett laughs, a rare occurrence.
Looking out at the sea of dead cattle, at what could be the utter desolation of this ranch and my family, I can’t muster the brevity to keep shit talking.“You find who did this, Rhett.”
“You know I will.”He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly.“Once we’ve taken samples and evidence, best you burn this field.I’ll be in touch with our findings.”
“Appreciate it.”I nod and head over to Wade and Cash, tell them to sit tight, and that Wyatt and Colt would be by soon enough to relieve them.Then I climb on the ATV, drive home and shower, jumping in my truck in time to pick up Daisy-Mae.At least something about this day is looking up.
Chapter Seven
West
“Jesus Christ!”I shoutand cover my eyes as my baby sister and my best friend—make that ex-best friend—attempt to cover themselves.“Why are you two fucking in my barn?”
“Your barn?”Lemon asks, and dear God, is that incredulity in her tone?If anyone here has a right to be in disbelief, it’s me, the ranch manager, for finding my little sister and her husband—definitely my former best friend—canoodling in the fucking stables.This is a place of business.Myplace of business.It’s Colt’s too, but I may rethink his position as foreman here.
“Don’t you two have a home to go to?”
“Don’t you have your own business to mind?”Lemon shoots back.“Besides, with the way you’re working him all the damn time, I never get to see him at home anymore.”
“You’re pregnant.Why you gotta try making more babies here in the stables where the fucking horses shit?”
“Pregnant women have needs too, West.You outta know, since you’ve been spending your nights at Daisy-Mae’s and blowing off perfectly good dates that I set you up on.If you want my opinion, both are way out of your league.”
“Outta my league?”I ask in confusion.
“And women can’t get pregnant while they’re already pregnant, dumbass.”Lemon storms out of the stall in a snit and heads for the door, calling over her shoulder, “Colt, you owe me three extra orgasms when you do finally get home.”
“Whatever you want, Lemonade.I’ll see you at the house,” he calls back, and then he’s grabbing my arm and pleading with me in a hushed whisper, “You gotta help me, West.I’ve never met a woman who couldn’t be satiated.I thought they were supposed to hate men during their pregnancy, but your sister cannot get enough.I think I might even have a little chafing.She won’t let up.”
I shudder and peel his hand from my shoulder.“You need to stop talking right now.I do not ever ...EVER ...want to hear these details about my little sister.”
I storm off in the same direction as Lemon.Colt groans.“I think I need a medic, West.I’m dying here.”
