back. I’ll see you at ten outside the red door.”
He started his engine, rolling down the window so he could finish talking to her. Like he was putting a barrier between them. Vicki adjusted position and turned the bike for the road. “Ten then. I’ll call you if I can’t make it for some reason.”
Although what reason could she have other than avoiding the horses of hell?
He pointed sternly, a cross between a frown and mischief on his face. “You show up or I’ll track you down.”
Drat .
There really wasn’t any answer for that, and if she stayed around any longer things would get more awkward. So she took off, her body still buzzing with need, her head filled with images of pregnant Six Pack mares, and Joel Coleman pinning her to the ground.
She was totally going to get off tonight on the memories of him covering her, and she wasn’t even a bit ashamed.
Chapter Six
Joel gave her room to leave, not wanting to crowd her as she somehow got the massive bike back onto the highway. He pulled over, ready to turn down the narrow drive leading to the trailer he shared with Jesse, then changed his mind.
He needed help on this one, and his options were limited as to who he could ask. Frankly, his dad was the one he’d normally go to for the horse advice he required, or Karen, but they were both out of the question for obvious reasons.
Instead he headed toward town and his closest brother. Daniel might not have the twin-speak advantage there’d always been between him and Jesse, but in some ways, that made him a better sounding board.
They got each other. Understood the motivation to do something a little different.
Pulling up in front of Daniel and Beth’s home in town felt a touch strange, though. Jesse had been right. His older brothers were settling down, which was normal, but changed the dynamics like crazy.
As did the wild new family additions who rushed his truck.
“Uncle J, Uncle J.” Little boys shrieked as he stepped onto the lawn, allowing his three nephews to tackle him to the ground.
“Hey, guys. You ready for it? Three, two, one.” The game Daniel’s adopted boys had created of Guess the Uncle hadn’t gotten old yet, so he and Jesse still went along with it.
“Joel,” two of them shouted.
“Jesse,” the littlest of the three, Robbie, insisted.
“That’s Joel’s truck, you dum-dum.” Lance poked his brother. “Jesse only drives it sometimes.”
Robbie tilted his eight-year-old head to the side and stared hard into Joel’s eyes. “You sure you’re not Jesse?”
“Sorry, short stuff. Uncle Joel at your service.”
Nathan didn’t care who it was dropping in unannounced. “You gonna take us fishing? Riding? To visit—”
“Whoa, rein it in. I’m here to visit your mom and dad, and you for a bit, I guess. What you up to?”
“Playing.”
The front door opened, and Daniel stuck his head out. “Lunch time.”
The three short people vanished as if they’d never been there. Joel pushed himself off the grass and wiped at his jeans. “You got extra for me?” he called.
Daniel leaned on the doorframe. “Don’t know. You planning on teaching my kids any more bad habits like proposing another ‘who can shove the most hard-boiled eggs in their mouths at one time’ contest?”
“That was Jesse.” Still he couldn’t help but smile as he headed in and patted his brother on the back. “Also, I seem to remember you won.”
“Shh, no getting me in trouble.” Daniel grinned at him. “Good to see you. Got something other than a free lunch on your mind?”
“That transparent?”
They walked toward the kitchen and the noise level rose exponentially.
“You’re always welcome, but there’s not much excitement around here for a single guy, egg-eating contests exempted. Also?” Daniel paused in the doorway and spoke softer. “I saw you last night at Traders. You were distracted. Let me feed you, and once the horde is full we can take them outside and
He started his engine, rolling down the window so he could finish talking to her. Like he was putting a barrier between them. Vicki adjusted position and turned the bike for the road. “Ten then. I’ll call you if I can’t make it for some reason.”
Although what reason could she have other than avoiding the horses of hell?
He pointed sternly, a cross between a frown and mischief on his face. “You show up or I’ll track you down.”
Drat .
There really wasn’t any answer for that, and if she stayed around any longer things would get more awkward. So she took off, her body still buzzing with need, her head filled with images of pregnant Six Pack mares, and Joel Coleman pinning her to the ground.
She was totally going to get off tonight on the memories of him covering her, and she wasn’t even a bit ashamed.
Chapter Six
Joel gave her room to leave, not wanting to crowd her as she somehow got the massive bike back onto the highway. He pulled over, ready to turn down the narrow drive leading to the trailer he shared with Jesse, then changed his mind.
He needed help on this one, and his options were limited as to who he could ask. Frankly, his dad was the one he’d normally go to for the horse advice he required, or Karen, but they were both out of the question for obvious reasons.
Instead he headed toward town and his closest brother. Daniel might not have the twin-speak advantage there’d always been between him and Jesse, but in some ways, that made him a better sounding board.
They got each other. Understood the motivation to do something a little different.
Pulling up in front of Daniel and Beth’s home in town felt a touch strange, though. Jesse had been right. His older brothers were settling down, which was normal, but changed the dynamics like crazy.
As did the wild new family additions who rushed his truck.
“Uncle J, Uncle J.” Little boys shrieked as he stepped onto the lawn, allowing his three nephews to tackle him to the ground.
“Hey, guys. You ready for it? Three, two, one.” The game Daniel’s adopted boys had created of Guess the Uncle hadn’t gotten old yet, so he and Jesse still went along with it.
“Joel,” two of them shouted.
“Jesse,” the littlest of the three, Robbie, insisted.
“That’s Joel’s truck, you dum-dum.” Lance poked his brother. “Jesse only drives it sometimes.”
Robbie tilted his eight-year-old head to the side and stared hard into Joel’s eyes. “You sure you’re not Jesse?”
“Sorry, short stuff. Uncle Joel at your service.”
Nathan didn’t care who it was dropping in unannounced. “You gonna take us fishing? Riding? To visit—”
“Whoa, rein it in. I’m here to visit your mom and dad, and you for a bit, I guess. What you up to?”
“Playing.”
The front door opened, and Daniel stuck his head out. “Lunch time.”
The three short people vanished as if they’d never been there. Joel pushed himself off the grass and wiped at his jeans. “You got extra for me?” he called.
Daniel leaned on the doorframe. “Don’t know. You planning on teaching my kids any more bad habits like proposing another ‘who can shove the most hard-boiled eggs in their mouths at one time’ contest?”
“That was Jesse.” Still he couldn’t help but smile as he headed in and patted his brother on the back. “Also, I seem to remember you won.”
“Shh, no getting me in trouble.” Daniel grinned at him. “Good to see you. Got something other than a free lunch on your mind?”
“That transparent?”
They walked toward the kitchen and the noise level rose exponentially.
“You’re always welcome, but there’s not much excitement around here for a single guy, egg-eating contests exempted. Also?” Daniel paused in the doorway and spoke softer. “I saw you last night at Traders. You were distracted. Let me feed you, and once the horde is full we can take them outside and
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