“You need help unhitching?”
“Let’s do it.” He and Adam got to work, unhitching the trailer, then heading to the house to clean up. He didn’t get much of a chance to peek around at Adam’s little house, except to see it was neat as a pin, full of old things and handmade quilts.
Still, three little ranch houses, a main house, barns. Lord. He couldn’t wait to call Sister. She would never believe that one family had all this, and the acreage, too.
It was the horses, though, that were going to blow her mind.
“I wish Sister could see,” Landon said, and Adam glanced over, brows going up.
“She’s welcome any time, honey.”
“Oh, I… I’ll ask her. She went over to Mr. Beau’s.” And she didn’t hex no one while she was there. She’d even gone to New Orleans once for an event.
“She doesn’t get out much, huh?” Adam guided him right to the bathroom.
“Lord, no. She never even went to school but once.”
“Never?” That sounded like surprise. He guessed it would be. Adam lived in a different world, where everyone went all the way through high school and had electricity growing up.
“Nope. She’s a bit shy.”
“You want to shower? Or you just need to wash up some?”
“I’ll just splash my face.” His lips twitched. “I get in the water with you and I won’t be able to just warsh.”
“And the women are waiting for us, trust me.” Adam gave him one more hard kiss before they got to cleaning up.
He wet his hair, smoothing his curls. “Lord, I need a haircut, me.”
“I can do it later.” Adam raised a brow when Landon stared. “What? I have two brothers.”
“’Member me to peer at their hairs in a few.”
Adam laughed. “We all learned in self-defense. Granny is a terrible barber.”
“Good to know.” It was hard to tell grannies no when they wanted to do for you.
“You know it. You ready, honey?”
“I look okay?” At Adam’s nod, he grinned. “Then I am.”
“Good deal.” They linked hands, Adam’s big, callused fingers grasping his.
Brian and Chris were waiting, a passel of dogs running like wild things around them. There was a border collie and an Aussie, a big old white thing and a Corgi. All herders.
“Oh, lord. Lord. Look at all y’all…” He knelt down, letting the dogs jump on him, one big old bloodhound running up just like Mr. Beau and Sam Bell’s Boudreaux.
“That’s Sammy,” Adam said.
“What? The pup is one of Mr. Sam’s?”
“Well, yes, but he’s also named Sam.” That grin… Adam was purely evil.
“Oh, ho! That’s plumb mean. You don’ look too much like Mr. Sam, but I bet Petunia is your momma.”
Sam the dog head-butted him before licking his face. He wondered if that Corgi was Brian’s dog. It was loud and really bitey.
“Lord, why don’t you travel with them?” He couldn’t bear not teasing.
