Jesus, Landon gave enough that it shamed him. Generous spirit. Adam needed to live up to that more. “Well, Beau says he’s got a pig.”
“Yep, and Sister says the whole Parish is coming to dance and play.”
“The whole of them, huh?” That was…nerve-wracking? Hell, he was a social kind of guy. And God knew how many of Landon’s friends knew how bad he’d fucked up. He could do this. He could.
“In fits and starts, yeah.” Landon shrugged some. “Lots of rodeo folks, too, I know. Local ones. Maybe Cotton. “
“Well, I’ll have to get my time in tonight, then, because you’ll be busy. And if I can help, just say.” He’d turn the spit or chop veggies or whatever. He wasn’t as proud as some folks thought.
“I’m just tickled to show you around.”
“Thanks, honey.” He tugged Landon into his arms. “She should be good to go.”
Landon’s body slid all up against him, making him grin, and giving him the urge to just take his Cajun back to the barn and fuck. He resisted, though. He didn’t want anyone to think he was ashamed of Landon, unwilling to show him off.
Of course, then Landon hugged on him, murmuring, “Want to go back to the barn with me?”
