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bouncing gait, but it was good to be back in the saddle.
After brushing down his horse and putting his tack away, he headed straight for the shower in his apartment. By the time he got into the main house, he found Walker and Colt chatting and grilling on the back porch.
The back porch was little more than a bunch of weathered planks nailed together, a gas grill and a small patio table the only fixtures.
Colt seemed at ease, as though his flare of temper had never happened. Walker glanced at Sawyer when he walked in, giving his head a subtle shake as if to tell Sawyer not to press the matter.
“There you are,” Colt said to Sawyer. “We were starting to wonder.”
“Got caught up in it,” Sawyer said with a shrug.
“Lot of memories out there,” Colt said, turning back to the grill. “Lucky for us, there are also burgers. Grab a beer, you’re right on time.”
Sawyer went inside and brought three cold beers from the fridge, then returned to find a plate already waiting for him. A burger, some potatoes, and a few spears of asparagus, all steaming and grill-marked.
“Amazing,” Sawyer said. He opened his beer and then fell onto the food, not bothering to try to keep up conversation until he was done eating.
He did check his texts again, but didn’t respond to any of them. For some reason, being out here kept putting his life in D.C. on hold. It was never quite a good time to catch up with work contacts or girls, it seemed.
When he pushed his plate away, sated, he looked around at the sunset-dappled backyard. “I can’t remember the last time I ate out here.”
“Sure beats that kitchen,” Walker grunted, finishing the last bite of his own burger.
“Yeah, it’s a personality-free zone,” Colt joked.
“We should label the cupboards,” Walker said, shaking his head. “All I can ever remember is where things used to be, back when it was Mom’s domain.”
Sawyer bowed his head, uninterested in opening that particular can of worms. As he was starting to find out, he and his brothers were fickle and touchy adults. No need to poke the bear tonight, after this afternoon’s near-arguments.
“I was thinking about going into town later,” Colt said, changing the subject.
“You mean, going to knock boots with a married chick?” Walker asked, folding his arms across his chest.
Colt rolled his eyes. “You’re just worried I’m gonna get with Shelby River.”
Walker’s mouth tightened. “That’s not true.”
“Wait, what’s this about Shelby?” Sawyer asked. He pictured Remy’s younger sister, a cute lookalike blonde with a big personality.
“He’s totally into her, can’t say a word around her, he’s tongue-tied so bad,” Colt crowed.
“Is that right?” Sawyer asked, unable to fight a grin.
“No, it’s not,” Walker said, placid. “Not to mention, none of the River girls will come within a mile of us if they can help it.”
Colt’s smile fell, and he glanced at Sawyer. “That’s not really true…”
“It’s funny you say that,” Sawyer said, giving both his brothers a hard look. “I went back last night to talk to Remy, and she wouldn’t even look at me. Except to say that she wasn’t mad about me leaving on deployment, that is. So that’s got me wondering. Is she lying, or is there something that I’m missing?”
Colt and Walker were both suddenly busy sipping their beers, casting thoughtful glances anywhere but in Sawyer’s direction.
“Seriously?” he asked. “Colt. What’s the deal?”
“It’s nothing, man. She’s just moved on with her life, and… you know, I think maybe The Colonel got into it with her father at some point, and… that’s it.”
Colt couldn’t meet Sawyer’s gaze, though nothing in his statement was at all improbable. The Colonel got into it with darn near everyone in his line of sight.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Walker said, clearing his throat.
“Yeah,” Colt agreed. “Just move on, like she has. If you’re
After brushing down his horse and putting his tack away, he headed straight for the shower in his apartment. By the time he got into the main house, he found Walker and Colt chatting and grilling on the back porch.
The back porch was little more than a bunch of weathered planks nailed together, a gas grill and a small patio table the only fixtures.
Colt seemed at ease, as though his flare of temper had never happened. Walker glanced at Sawyer when he walked in, giving his head a subtle shake as if to tell Sawyer not to press the matter.
“There you are,” Colt said to Sawyer. “We were starting to wonder.”
“Got caught up in it,” Sawyer said with a shrug.
“Lot of memories out there,” Colt said, turning back to the grill. “Lucky for us, there are also burgers. Grab a beer, you’re right on time.”
Sawyer went inside and brought three cold beers from the fridge, then returned to find a plate already waiting for him. A burger, some potatoes, and a few spears of asparagus, all steaming and grill-marked.
“Amazing,” Sawyer said. He opened his beer and then fell onto the food, not bothering to try to keep up conversation until he was done eating.
He did check his texts again, but didn’t respond to any of them. For some reason, being out here kept putting his life in D.C. on hold. It was never quite a good time to catch up with work contacts or girls, it seemed.
When he pushed his plate away, sated, he looked around at the sunset-dappled backyard. “I can’t remember the last time I ate out here.”
“Sure beats that kitchen,” Walker grunted, finishing the last bite of his own burger.
“Yeah, it’s a personality-free zone,” Colt joked.
“We should label the cupboards,” Walker said, shaking his head. “All I can ever remember is where things used to be, back when it was Mom’s domain.”
Sawyer bowed his head, uninterested in opening that particular can of worms. As he was starting to find out, he and his brothers were fickle and touchy adults. No need to poke the bear tonight, after this afternoon’s near-arguments.
“I was thinking about going into town later,” Colt said, changing the subject.
“You mean, going to knock boots with a married chick?” Walker asked, folding his arms across his chest.
Colt rolled his eyes. “You’re just worried I’m gonna get with Shelby River.”
Walker’s mouth tightened. “That’s not true.”
“Wait, what’s this about Shelby?” Sawyer asked. He pictured Remy’s younger sister, a cute lookalike blonde with a big personality.
“He’s totally into her, can’t say a word around her, he’s tongue-tied so bad,” Colt crowed.
“Is that right?” Sawyer asked, unable to fight a grin.
“No, it’s not,” Walker said, placid. “Not to mention, none of the River girls will come within a mile of us if they can help it.”
Colt’s smile fell, and he glanced at Sawyer. “That’s not really true…”
“It’s funny you say that,” Sawyer said, giving both his brothers a hard look. “I went back last night to talk to Remy, and she wouldn’t even look at me. Except to say that she wasn’t mad about me leaving on deployment, that is. So that’s got me wondering. Is she lying, or is there something that I’m missing?”
Colt and Walker were both suddenly busy sipping their beers, casting thoughtful glances anywhere but in Sawyer’s direction.
“Seriously?” he asked. “Colt. What’s the deal?”
“It’s nothing, man. She’s just moved on with her life, and… you know, I think maybe The Colonel got into it with her father at some point, and… that’s it.”
Colt couldn’t meet Sawyer’s gaze, though nothing in his statement was at all improbable. The Colonel got into it with darn near everyone in his line of sight.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Walker said, clearing his throat.
“Yeah,” Colt agreed. “Just move on, like she has. If you’re
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