Pressure Point (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 3) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page B

you sooner.”
    He took the check and pushed it into his shirt pocket. “So all went fine with getting the horse?” he asked, for civility’s sake.
    “Yes. He’s here now. I have a trainer coming to take a look at him.”
    “You thinking about racing Trojan?” Nash scrubbed his jaw. “I thought you were all against the methods of training.” She shrugged and the thin strap of her dress slipped down her shoulder. He remembered how soft her skin was, how good she smelled. His cock pressed his zipper and he blew out a breath through his tight lips. This was going to be one long evening.
    “I hate John’s methods of training, but I have a friend who trains horses who does things differently. She’ll be here tomorrow. I can’t say I’ll have Trojan ready to race, but it’s in his blood.”
    “Hope it all works out for you.” And he meant every word.
    “I hope you’re not angry with me.” She chewed on the corner of her mouth as if she worried.
    “Angry? What for?” He swallowed a bitter taste.
    “The other night…well, you and I, we were headed in a dangerous—”
    The door came open and her mouth closed. Nash turned to find DJ in the doorway. “There’s the couple now. Were your ears burning? We’ve been talking about you both.”
    Nash lifted a brow. “We are not—”
    Em laid a hand on his elbow. “We are on our way in now. Sorry. I had to speak with Nash.”
    “No sorry needed. It gave us more time to talk about you two and this sudden relationship.” DJ patted Nash on the shoulder. “I think you two make a great couple.”
    Nash gave Em a side-glance. As soon as DJ turned his back, he mouthed to Em, “You didn’t tell them?”
    “No,” she mouthed back.
    He wanted to say something harsh, but any chance of that was gone when Jewels and Pearl grabbed Em and dragged her into the house. Nash stepped across the threshold and shook his head. DJ gave him an apologetic look.
    Yep, he should have stayed home.
    Those were still his exact thoughts a few days later as he worked on the ranch.
    “What’s your problem, bro?” DJ asked in a lowered voice.
    Nash glanced at his brother and shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pounded a nail into another board on the new fence along the valley’s edge.
    “You’re as grumpy as a hungry bear. More than usual, at least.” DJ pulled off his gloves and threw them into the back of his truck. “Want a water?”
    “No, I want to get this finished before it gets much later.”
    “Suit yourself.” DJ lifted the lid of the ice chest and grabbed a bottle, and shook the partially frozen water. He uncapped the lid and drank half in one gulp, squinting. “Maybe it’s the fact that we’re working in one-hundred-degree temperatures this morning that’s got you in a rile. Who ordered up hell for today’s forecast? I might be able to withstand it if I wasn’t stuck with the devil himself.” DJ’s laughter made Nash’s ears vibrate.
    He looked at his brother and frowned. “No one said you had to stick around, bro. Go bother Jobe. He’s been too quite these days. Go stack some hay or work with the barbed wire fencing up at the west pasture. Hell, maybe even brush out a horse.” Nash wanted to be alone and DJ had done nothing but poke at him all morning. “Anyway, since you got hitched you’ve become a pansy ass. You never used to complain about the heat.”
    DJ tossed his empty bottle into the bed of the truck. “Is that your problem? You can’t wait to put a ring on Em’s finger?” He chuckled and wiped his hands on his dirty jeans.
    Nash gritted his teeth. He wanted to tell DJ the truth, but it didn’t come to his tongue. “I ain’t in no hurry for nothin’,” he grumbled.
    DJ’s brow shot up and he rubbed his unshaven jaw. “Whoo-whee, someone’s testy.”
    If Nash could argue, he would, but he knew he had been a jackass for two days, since he’d left Rhinestone. Most men who were fed ribs, steak, potatoes, corn