Part Time Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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      Liss frowned.

      “Stop it,” he said. “Don’t give me the sad eyes.” He looked around. “This isn’t an intervention, is it?”

      “Does it need to be?” Eli asked.

      “No. I’m fine. Let’s play cards.”

      “Strip poker,” Jack said. “Because Liss is here.”

      Liss looked him over, then looked at Connor and Eli. “I’d win that game, Jack. No matter how you cut it.”

      “No strip poker,” Eli said.

      “You’re just still mad because the last time I talked you into taking your clothes off, when we were about twelve, I think, we ended up getting caught skinny-dipping by that group of high school girls,” Jack said.

      “And that was the day I quit listening to you.”

      “Less talking. More betting,” Liss said, pounding the table.

      “Fine. Fine.”

      There was a knock at the door that sounded borderline frantic. And Eli knew that Kate wouldn’t knock.

      Connor got up. “Just a sec.”

      He walked out of the room and they all watched after him, listening. “Oh! Thank God you’re home.” A woman’s voice.

      “I’m always home,” Connor said, his flat tone carrying into the dining room.

      Connor. Full of charm as always.

      “I’m having a slight disaster.” Oh, no.

      “Come in.” Damn.

      More footsteps, then Sadie Miller walked into his brother’s dining room.

      She was a mess. Her hair was wet and hanging in twisted, yarn-like strands over her face and down her shoulders. She wore a baggy gray sweatshirt that had damp spots spreading wherever her hair touched the fabric. “I’m having a problem,” she said a little bit sheepishly, looking around the table at everyone.

      Jack and Liss both looked confused.

      “This is Sadie Miller,” Eli said. “Our new tenant in the Catalog House.”

      Liss’s eyes darted from Connor back to Sadie. “Oh. Hi. You’re the one doing the B and B?” For some reason, her friendliness sounded forced. And of course Liss knew about the bed-and-breakfast. In fact, Eli had a feeling she’d been involved somehow.

      “Yes,” Sadie said. “That would be me. Though, right now the B and B is doing me. So to speak.”

      “What happened?” Connor asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

      “Pipes. Burst. And I was trying to—” she brushed wet hair out of her face “—stop it. To a degree. But I couldn’t. So I...uh...wrapped the pipes as best I could and changed and came here. I’m not sure where this falls under our tenant agreement. Technically this had nothing to do with my renovation and everything to do with me trying to shower in the upstairs bathroom.”

      Connor’s brows locked together. “Well...hell if I know. I didn’t really anticipate having to be involved.”

      Sadie blinked. “Well, we signed a whole...agreement. And there are certain things...as the...the landlord...and...”

      Eli sighed. “Would you like me to go and take a look, Connor?”

      Connor nodded once. “If you don’t mind.”

      I mind. I mothereffing mind. “Nope,” Eli said, sliding his beer toward the center of the table and pushing his chair back to stand.

      Sadie was eyeing him warily. “Thank you,” she said, and he could tell she minded about as much as he did. But she had no place to be irked in all this. She was the one who’d chosen to rent a place on his family property.

      She was the one with really quite nice breasts, thank you very much, that were causing him some problems currently.

      Getting laid in a small town was problematic. Which made breasts that were actually probably no better than average more noticeable than they should be.

      She didn’t look hot right now. She looked like a wet hen. He should remember that. He sent a meaningful message below his belt, but he had a feeling it was going to get lost in translation.

      Mainly because his body never seemed to want to translate those kinds of messages. But then, what guy’s did?

      Especially not when the only company said body had enjoyed for the past six months was that of his right hand.

      “All right,” he said, “let’s go check out your disaster. I’ll sit this round out,” he told Jack.

      Jack swept the deck of cards to the edge of the table and leaned back, shuffling expertly. “All right, kids, get ready to lose your hard-earned money.”

      “Sorry,” Sadie said, as they walked out of the room. “Obviously I’m interrupting.”

      “It’s not a big deal. It’s a thing that happens a lot. Poker. I’m not going to miss one game. And the sad fact is, Jack’s right. We’re all going to lose our hard-earned money to him. And he’ll continue the grand tradition of having non...hard-earned money.”

      “I bet there’s a story there,” she said.

      “Isn’t there always?” he asked.

      She nodded. “Yeah, in my experience, there is. Speaking of—” she pushed the front door open and he followed her onto the porch “—what’s Connor’s story?” The end of the sentence was hushed.

      He closed the door, feeling a little uncomfortable having a stranger digging for information. Mainly because he was so used to family junk staying in the family. Because it was still ingrained in him. To keep the exterior looking shiny, no matter how bad the inside was.

      But Connor’s deal wasn’t really a secret. A cursory visit to Copper Ridge’s cemetery would tell his story in full.

      “I don’t know if you remember Jessie Collins.”

      “Vaguely. I might. Did she work at the Crow’s Nest?”

      “I think so,” he said, trying not to picture his sister-in-law too clearly. Because it was too sad, even for him.

      “Well, she was Jessie Garrett for about eight years. But, uh...she was killed in an accident.”

      It was a night Eli would rather forget. He could remember the scene clearly. A dark two-lane highway, and a car wrapped around a tree. He’d known it was too late for whoever was inside. That it had been from the moment of impact. He’d seen too many accidents like that, and not enough miracles.

      The car had been so messed up he hadn’t recognized the make or model. Hadn’t СКАЧАТЬ