damned black gumbo soil, though, had dried up to pure stone, fighting his shovel but good. He’d lost his button-down around noon, and his T-shirt by three. Now it was running toward five thirty and he was one ball of wore-out cowboy.
He stopped, leaned against a fence post, and panted like he was one of the dogs.
The crunch of tires on gravel made him cringe. He wasn’t expecting his folks to be back around until seven. Please don’t let it be the sheriff or some other fool. He was doing everything right, damn it all to hell. Every fucking thing.
The truck that pulled up was familiar, but in a good way. Adam Winchester. His momma called Adam “Win,” but that seemed so weird.
He grabbed his T-shirt, intending to put it on, but oh Lord. No way.
There was no way.
“Hey.” Win climbed out of the truck, eyes hidden by sunglasses. “I, uh, brought tacos. And a scone. Tacos for us. Scone for you.”
“A what?”
“It’s almost like a cross between a muffin and a biscuit. Cinnamon.”
“Oh yum. Thank you. I….” He motioned to himself, his gross, sweaty nakedness. “It’s vicious hot out here.”
“Uh-huh.” Adam just stood there.
“You want to come in?” He wasn’t sure what the fuck to do.
“Sure. If you’re done, I mean. I know it’s a little early, but I had this damned scone.”
Sage stepped over. “I got about another nine inches to pull out and I’ll be done.”
“Did you need some help?” Win grinned over the sunglasses. “I can put the food in your place. This I understand better than animals.”
“Ain’t no sense in both of us getting nasty. You can keep me company, if you want.” He grabbed the shovel and got back to it, digging in.
“You make me feel lazy.” Adam settled, though, planting his butt on a little camp chair Daddy had put out earlier.
“You been working, I’m sure.” He started sweating again, in seconds, as he put his back and mind to his job.
“Yeah. It was a quiet day, though.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yeah. It is.” Adam chuckled. “Worst thing today was the fire department got called out because Mr. Lopez fell again and was all naked and stuff in the backyard.”
“Oh, Lord. That man’s been old since I was a kid. Now he’s a thousand.” Maybe more. Hopefully that wouldn’t be Daddy one day.
“Yeah. Well, he wouldn’t fall, he didn’t drink so much. I think he’s pickled.”
“He comes from drinkers. He don’t have a choice in it, I reckon.” God, this dirt was a stone-cold bitch.
“Here, man. I feel like an idiot sitting here.” Adam hopped up and came to help, standing close.
“This fucking dirt is killing me. Plumber’s coming tomorrow, though.” Lord, Adam smelled good. Damn good. Like a memory of something right.
“Yeah, well, let me take a turn, huh?” Before he could argue, Adam was in there working, grunting, and sweating.
It took Adam a few minutes to get the dirt moving, and then Sage finished off, his hands feeling like hamburger.
“There we go.”
They grinned at each other like fools, Adam’s face covered with grit.
“You’re all dirty now. What would your momma say?” Sage was damn near drunk on it, on that goofy smile.
“That I’d best wash up before I meet her for lunch tomorrow. Other than that, she wouldn’t care.” Adam’s shoulder rubbed against his. “Supper?”
His belly jerked, tightened, and he hoped Adam didn’t see. “Hell, yeah. And the biggest glass of tea on earth.”
“Sounds good.” For a moment Adam leaned against him, and Sage thought he might melt, and not from the extra body heat.
His mouth was lacquer dry and shit, shit, what was he fucking thinking? He was outside and getting hard with a cop.
Adam cleared his throat, and damned if a glance down didn’t show the cop getting hard for him.
Okay, whoa. “Come on. I need to get off. The dirt, I mean. Clean it.”
Damn it.
“And eat. Tacos.” Adam nodded, heading to the house, hobbling a
He stopped, leaned against a fence post, and panted like he was one of the dogs.
The crunch of tires on gravel made him cringe. He wasn’t expecting his folks to be back around until seven. Please don’t let it be the sheriff or some other fool. He was doing everything right, damn it all to hell. Every fucking thing.
The truck that pulled up was familiar, but in a good way. Adam Winchester. His momma called Adam “Win,” but that seemed so weird.
He grabbed his T-shirt, intending to put it on, but oh Lord. No way.
There was no way.
“Hey.” Win climbed out of the truck, eyes hidden by sunglasses. “I, uh, brought tacos. And a scone. Tacos for us. Scone for you.”
“A what?”
“It’s almost like a cross between a muffin and a biscuit. Cinnamon.”
“Oh yum. Thank you. I….” He motioned to himself, his gross, sweaty nakedness. “It’s vicious hot out here.”
“Uh-huh.” Adam just stood there.
“You want to come in?” He wasn’t sure what the fuck to do.
“Sure. If you’re done, I mean. I know it’s a little early, but I had this damned scone.”
Sage stepped over. “I got about another nine inches to pull out and I’ll be done.”
“Did you need some help?” Win grinned over the sunglasses. “I can put the food in your place. This I understand better than animals.”
“Ain’t no sense in both of us getting nasty. You can keep me company, if you want.” He grabbed the shovel and got back to it, digging in.
“You make me feel lazy.” Adam settled, though, planting his butt on a little camp chair Daddy had put out earlier.
“You been working, I’m sure.” He started sweating again, in seconds, as he put his back and mind to his job.
“Yeah. It was a quiet day, though.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yeah. It is.” Adam chuckled. “Worst thing today was the fire department got called out because Mr. Lopez fell again and was all naked and stuff in the backyard.”
“Oh, Lord. That man’s been old since I was a kid. Now he’s a thousand.” Maybe more. Hopefully that wouldn’t be Daddy one day.
“Yeah. Well, he wouldn’t fall, he didn’t drink so much. I think he’s pickled.”
“He comes from drinkers. He don’t have a choice in it, I reckon.” God, this dirt was a stone-cold bitch.
“Here, man. I feel like an idiot sitting here.” Adam hopped up and came to help, standing close.
“This fucking dirt is killing me. Plumber’s coming tomorrow, though.” Lord, Adam smelled good. Damn good. Like a memory of something right.
“Yeah, well, let me take a turn, huh?” Before he could argue, Adam was in there working, grunting, and sweating.
It took Adam a few minutes to get the dirt moving, and then Sage finished off, his hands feeling like hamburger.
“There we go.”
They grinned at each other like fools, Adam’s face covered with grit.
“You’re all dirty now. What would your momma say?” Sage was damn near drunk on it, on that goofy smile.
“That I’d best wash up before I meet her for lunch tomorrow. Other than that, she wouldn’t care.” Adam’s shoulder rubbed against his. “Supper?”
His belly jerked, tightened, and he hoped Adam didn’t see. “Hell, yeah. And the biggest glass of tea on earth.”
“Sounds good.” For a moment Adam leaned against him, and Sage thought he might melt, and not from the extra body heat.
His mouth was lacquer dry and shit, shit, what was he fucking thinking? He was outside and getting hard with a cop.
Adam cleared his throat, and damned if a glance down didn’t show the cop getting hard for him.
Okay, whoa. “Come on. I need to get off. The dirt, I mean. Clean it.”
Damn it.
“And eat. Tacos.” Adam nodded, heading to the house, hobbling a
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