Donovan’s expression morphed into one that radiated happiness. “He did, yeah. Finally.”
“Y’all been together what? Two weeks?”
“A little longer than that,” Donovan said with a smirk. “Timin’s everything, ain’t it?”
Leaving the bowl of tuna on the counter, Stone walked over to Donovan. “Congratulations, man.” He hugged his brother. “That’s fantastic. It’s onlya littleweird that you found the guy on the playground. But hey, to each his own, right?”
Donovan hugged him back, slapping his back harder than was necessary. “I knew you’d give me grief.”
Stone returned to his tuna fish. “Just make sure you’ve got life insurance. He’s gonna be around alongtime after you’re pushin’ up daisies.”
Donovan barked a laugh. “Fuck off. Fifteen years ain’t that much—” He cut himself off and rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I hear it. I’m shuttin’ up now.”
Stone chuckled. “Think of it this way. If nothin’ else, he’ll keep you on your toes. Plus, he’s young enough to care for you when you’re wearin’ diapers and sittin’ in your recliner all day.”
“Fuck off.”
Stone chuckled. “Seriously, man, I’m happy for you. This is a good thing. Tate’s a good guy.”
Truth was, he wasn’t interested in giving his brother shit about his newfound love. He really was happy for Donovan and Tate. Hell, he was happy for anyone who found love.
“Why’re you here? I know you didn’t come by just to announce your weddin’ plans.” He slapped another piece of bread down. “You want some tuna fish?”
“I’ll pass. But thanks.” Donovan took a seat on one of the bar stools. “Actually, I came by because I ran into Trey Walker in town yesterday.”
Stone didn’t know Trey all that well, but he’d gone to school with Trey’s brother, Cal.
“What’d he have to say for himself?” Stone asked, sensing his brother had a reason for bringing him up.
“He owns Camp K-9 with his husband and wife.”
Stone canted his head and grinned. “You know, there are more people in this town who’ve got two spouses than there are probably anywhere else in the world.”
“Coyote Ridge is a diverse town.”
“Not to mention inclusive,” Stone noted. He liked that about his hometown.
“The whole triad thing’s not as uncommon as you think,” Donovan said before continuing his original topic. “When Trey and them bought the land to move their trainin’ facilities to, they also purchased some adjacent land. Trey’s lettin’ the high school use it.”
His brother paused as thoughanythingabout that sentence made sense.
“And this means somethin’ to me because…?”
“Relax and eat your sandwich,” Donovan said with a snort. “I’m gettin’ to the point. Give me a second.”
Stone laughed.
“Anyway. Trey mentioned the high school’s lookin’ to hire someone to manage their FFA program.”
“I’m not a farmer, D.”Not yet, anyway.Since he wasn’t ready to reveal his land proposal to anyone yet, he left it at that.
“It’s about agriculture, you dumbass.”
“Semantics.”
“No,” Donovan stated firmly. “You’ve got significant experience in both leadership and in—”
Stone set down his sandwich. “Look, D, I know you mean well, but trust me when I tell you, you don’t want me teachin’ anyone’s kids.”
