“You just want all this sweet cobbler to yourself.”
“Yeah, or you two couldn’t be trusted to remember your manners unless I’m here to slap you upside the head.”
“He says around a mouthful of dessert,” Wyatt mutters.
I love my brothers, I really do, but Daisy is a lady.She’s sweet and kind and would give anyone the shirt off her back just to keep them warm.Wild Winchesters are not what she needs.
It’s bad enough that I’m setting tongues wagging in Red River Canyon by spending nights and bogarting all her time.She don’t need to be dragged into our mess.Especially if there’s someone out to get us.I should leave her the hell alone, but I couldn’t stay away if I tried.I don’t want to, and I think everyone but Daisy can see it.
Chapter Thirteen
West
Iwalk into Wade’sdomain—a giant barn where we keep the heavy machinery and the four wheelers.He has his own house of course, but it’s not unusual for Wade to be in here late at night, pulling engines apart before crashing on a portable camp cot.He’s been playing in the mud and grease since he was knee-high, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
The wide barn doors are open, and Johnny Cash is singing about his “Folsom Prison Blues” from a portable speaker at max volume.It rattles the old barn walls.I can’t see Wade, but I look over the shiny blue Fiat.It’s sparkling like new.
“Wade!”I shout over the music.No response, so I walk over to the speaker and shut it off.
“What the hell?”Wade hollers from the pit.There’s a tractor over head, so it takes him a bit to climb on out.
“Hey,” I say.“So, not to rush you or anything but ...do you know when Daisy’s car will be done?”
“Well, howdy to you too,” he says, wiping his hands on a rag tucked into the pocket of his jeans.“My afternoon has been lovely.Thanks for asking, brother.”
I frown.“I said ‘hey’.”
“I guess I should be thankful I earned a whole syllable.Most people just get a grunt.”
“Very funny, asshole.”I say impatiently.“So, when do you think it’s gonna be finished?”
“Hmm.You and Daisy are real tight these days.You know what I think?”
“No, but I’m sure you’re about to tell me anyway.”
“I think you like driving Miss Daisy.”
