Then again, I wasn’t sure I could handle it if I did. After all, our families might’ve been at odds, but that didn’t mean I felt the same way.
And I damn sure didn’t feel that way about Wolfe Caine.
“Don’t play dumb,” Wolfe growled. “It’s not becoming.”
I cocked my head, studying him for a second.
Figuring now was not the time and here was definitely not the place to hash this out with him, I nodded, then set my empty glass on the bar, glancing over at Reagan.
“If you have any more trouble, holler.”
“Will do, Sheriff,” she answered sweetly.
I turned and met Amy’s curious gaze once more. With a quick tip of my hat, I kept my expression masked, not wanting to send the woman running.
Wolfe was right about one thing. She was definitely jumpy.
I was certainly curious as to what or who might’ve caused it.
One day I hoped to find out.
Chapter Two
Monday, July 17, 2017
Amy
“Are they brothers?”
“No. Cousins. Their dads are brothers.”
“And they grew up together?”
“Yup.”
“Who’s the oldest?”
“Wolfe. By almost two years.”
“Who named them? And why’re they named after animals?”
Honest to God, I had heard a million different variations of this very same conversation ever since I started waitressing here at the small diner just two short months ago. At least once a shift, someone started talking about the two men who’d clearly caught and held the attention of every female in a twenty-mile radius. And yes, women were always the culprits. They could be a gossipy bunch, no doubt about it.
“What do they do for a living?”
“They make furniture. Have an office building and everything.”
“Oh. They own the Cedar Door?”
Yep, they did.
And the woman was right, along with the store not far from Main Street, they also had an office, although calling it that was probably a little more than it deserved. Based on the details I was privy to, it was nothing more than a massive metal building with a few rooms inside that they used more for a workshop than anything.
Personally, I didn’t know Wolfe or Lynx because I was relatively new in town, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t met them. Not only had I waited on them at Reagan’s, they were also regulars at the diner, coming in almost every morning for a cup of coffee and the house special—two eggs, two slices of bacon, two pancakes each. Every day, they ordered the same thing. Every day, they left a more-than-generous tip. And every day, they made me wonder if I should pick up and move on before they figured out that I was hiding out in their backwoods little town.
“Is it true that they”—Tank Top With Pearls Chick lowered her voice a little—“share their women?”
Boobs nodded excitedly. “Oh, they do. They definitely do. They’ve been that way since they were young.”
