“You know I’d take you back in a heartbeat.”
“I know. And I appreciate that, but I’m not suited for the stress of that job.”
“Not many people are.”
No, they weren’t. But Brantley was. Hell, he made it look easy, and Trey admired him for it.
“You could always go work with Griffin at the bank,” Brantley suggested.
Trey snorted. Not in a million years would he work for his stodgy nerd of a brother. “Yeah, that ain’t happenin’.”
Brantley nodded as though considering. “Probably wise. Not sure I’d trust you around other people’s money either.”
“Fuck off,” he said without heat.
“Leif and Lance got their security system install business goin’. You could always work for them.”
“Pass.”
“Travis and them have the resort.”
Trey snorted again. “Not my cup of tea.”
“Kaden and Keegan have the whole ranchin’ thing down.”
“Too much work.”
“True that.” Brantley took a drink. “What about—”
“No, I’m not gonna work with Ethan and Beau. I’m not mechanically inclined.” Trey huffed a laugh. “I appreciate you bringin’ up all the family members who might need help, but I’ve got it covered.”
“Fine.” Brantley grinned and nodded his beer bottle toward Bailey. “You could always waitress. I hear Mack’s gonna be hirin’.”
“Bailey goin’ somewhere?”
“Rex and Jack are lookin’ to hire someone to manage the B and B. She applied for the job. I’m sure once she goes for the interview, they’ll hire her on the spot.” Brantley peered over at him. “You’d look mighty good carryin’ around that tray full of beers with that little apron around your waist.”
Trey flipped his brother off. He had no desire to be a waiter or wear a fucking apron.
Brantley turned, and his expression shifted to serious. “You know, there is one thing you might consider.”
“If you’re gonna—”
“You could always open a dog boarding place here in Coyote Ridge. There ain’t one of those yet.”
Trey exhaled heavily. “Between you and me, I’ve considered it. But I don’t have the qualifications or the know-how that Magnus does. Plus, I wouldn’t want him thinkin’ I was tryin’ to steal his business.”
“Embers Ridge is half an hour from here and the opposite direction of Austin. I guarantee you don’t see anyone drivin’ way the hell out there to have their dog attend day camp.”
“Maybe not, but still no.”
“What did Magnus say about you quittin’?”
Trey downed the rest of his beer and set the empty bottle on the table. “I didn’t give him a chance to say anything. We’re done.”
Brantley’s dark eyebrows lowered. “What do you mean y’all are done?”
“I ended it.” Trey signaled for Bailey to bring two more beers.
