Keeping What's His: Tate (Porter Brothers Trilogy Book 1) by Jamie Begley Page B

one occasionally to test the product, but other than that, we don’t touch it.”
    “Why not?”
    “It wouldn’t be smart to smoke our profit away. Besides, imagine living in a candy store where you could have it any time you want. After a while, you get pretty sick of it.”
    “I ain’t sick of it, just saving up for something big.” Greer handed Tate the shotgun he had brought with him.
    “What?” Sutton asked.
    “I want a new truck, and it’s hard to get credit in our line of work.”
    “You’ll have enough after this season,” Tate promised.
    “That’s what you said last year, until Logan broke his arm when he fell off the swing. The medical bills took a chunk of our cash.”
    “Family comes first.”
    “Yes, it does. I ain’t complaining, just explaining.” Greer slapped his brother on the back. “Take care.”
    “I will,” Tate said, clutching his ribs. “Go by and see Diamond, tell her what happened. I’m going to need her help if I’m going to get out of this mess.”
    “I’ll go talk to her now. She’s probably already waiting for me to stop by.”
    Sutton remained at the table as the two brothers went back into her bedroom to let Greer slip out her window. How in the hell had she ended up letting a man suspected of murder hide out in her house? Her best course of action would be to call the state police and turn him over.
    Her hand inched toward the cell phone lying on the table. Before she could grab it, though, Tate’s hand reached from behind her, picking it up.
    “You’re not thinking of turning me in, are you?”
    “You’re not going to solve anything by hiding. Turn yourself in. If the sheriff is friends with Cash, he’ll help you find out who killed Lyle.”
    “Knox is a friend of Cash’s, not mine. I’m not sitting in a jail cell, hoping someone will believe me while the real killer gets away.”
    “Suit yourself. You were always too stubborn to listen to any advice I gave you. I don’t know why I expected it to be any different now.” She stood, intending to go get dressed.
    “You don’t have to be so pissy about it.”
    “I’m an accessory if I don’t turn you in to the police.”
    “You sure you’re not a Fed?”
    “I don’t know which Porter brother makes me want to pull my hair out more—you or Greer.”
    “You don’t have to be so sensitive. It’s a legitimate question.”
    “Not for a normal person,” Sutton snapped back.
    Stepping around him, she stomped to her bedroom to get changed. She had forgotten how aggravating the brothers could be when they were together. Alone, they were a pain in the ass. More than one made you want to shoot them.
    She showered then put on her denim shorts and a plaid shirt that belonged to her pap. She had cut off the sleeves and tied the ends into a knot under her breasts. She had devised the top when she realized she hadn’t packed enough summer clothes.
    She left her hair damp. It would dry in the muggy heat. She needed to get an air conditioner installed if she had any hope of selling the old house. Although, it usually stayed cool during the morning or evening, the large trees giving the majority of the house a cooling shade.
    She went into the living room, opening the windows to let in the slight breeze blowing outside.
    Tate had settled on the couch and was flipping through the channels on the television. “This house is hotter than Hell.”
    Sutton went to the refrigerator, taking out a couple of beers. Handing him one, she opened hers.
    “Little early to be drinking, isn’t it?” His sarcastic words didn’t keep him from opening his own bottle and taking a drink.
    “Not when there isn’t an air conditioner.” Sutton rolled the ice-cold bottle against her forehead then her throat, enjoying the sensation against her skin.
    Sutton noticed Tate had quit changing the channels. “Can’t find anything you want to watch?”
    “I wouldn’t say that.”
    The sensual look he wore startled her with the