play video games.
She liked to play darts and pool.
She liked to curl up on the couch and watch TV.
She liked to cook.
She had a great sense of humor.
She loved sex—anytime, anyplace. She was as inventive in her suggestions as she was adventurous with his.
With each new thing he discovered about her, he fell harder for her.
Why was he reminding himself of all these awesome things about her?
Because Melissa had been a little…grouchy since yesterday. It wasn’t his fault that she’d fallen asleep in his bed after he’d made love to her. When she woke up—cranky as hell—she stormed off to her bed, insisting she slept better alone.
How would she know that if she hadn’t actually tried sleeping in his bed an entire night?
Maybe he’d man up and ask her that when he got home. He grinned. That’d get her riled up—and that was how he loved her best.
He slowed down and pulled into Cres’s driveway.
Cres was out of his house as soon as Wyn killed the ignition. As Wyn wandered up the driveway with a six-pack of Fat Tire beer, Cres said, “That’s your we’ve gotta talk look. So it’s finally time to deal with Dad’s bombshell?”
“I didn’t want this to be a pressure thing, Cres. I guess we could’ve discussed this while we were movin’ cattle.”
Cres dropped the tailgate on his truck. “Mel’s been around and it didn’t seem right to talk in circles or exclude her from our conversation. And every other time we’ve been together it’s been with Dad and Mom.”
Wyn hopped onto the tailgate beside his brother and handed him a beer.
“Thanks.” Cres said, “Does it surprise you that Dad hasn’t been bugging us to make a decision?”
“Dad’s got other things on his mind for a change. I’m happy to see that. Mom is too. So to be honest, I don’t think they care one way or another what our decision is because they’ve already made theirs. Make sense?”
“Yeah. And Mom’s too busy harassing you about what’s going on with you and Mel.” Cres sipped his beer. “Speaking of Mel…you two seem very happy to be playing house.”
Wyn scowled. “I hate that fucking term.”
“What else can you call it if it’s not a trial run for the real deal?”
“Piss off. And her name is Melissa, not Mel. Mel…well, that’s more in line with your tastes.”
Cres laughed. “True. I like her. She’s good for you.”
“So if I wanted to play house with her for real?”
“I’d probably come over more often since she’s a better cook than you.”
“Again, Cres, piss off.” Wyn cracked his beer. “I want her there for the long haul. Not just because she’s a good cook but because she’s…everything. I just feel in my gut she’s it for me.”
“Does she feel that way too?”
“I hope so.”
“Man, Sutton is so gonna rub it in your face that you’re pussy-whipped.”
“I deserve it.” He grinned. “I welcome it. Anyway, you’ve had a couple of weeks to think about Dad’s offer. Made any decisions yet?”
Cres looked at him oddly. “It never really was a decision for me, bro. I like ranching with you. It’d suck to do it by myself. I say let’s keep it together. Same as it’s always been.”
Wyn held his bottle to his brother’s for a toast. “Amen.”
A few moments of silence passed.
“Since it seemed like you were dragging this decision out, I thought maybe you were gonna suggest we divvy it up.”
Wyn pinned him with a sharp look. “Why in the hell would you say that?”
Cres shrugged. “I came out last year. Everyone in the family has been supportive—even more than I expected. But supporting me in my personal life and bein’ offered a chance to cut ties with me professionally because of how I live my life… We both know it might affect who wants to do business with both of us, Wyn. I could see that dividing it would be an easy out for everyone. I think that’s why Dad offered it as a suggestion.”
“Bullshit. I thought you might be lookin’
She liked to play darts and pool.
She liked to curl up on the couch and watch TV.
She liked to cook.
She had a great sense of humor.
She loved sex—anytime, anyplace. She was as inventive in her suggestions as she was adventurous with his.
With each new thing he discovered about her, he fell harder for her.
Why was he reminding himself of all these awesome things about her?
Because Melissa had been a little…grouchy since yesterday. It wasn’t his fault that she’d fallen asleep in his bed after he’d made love to her. When she woke up—cranky as hell—she stormed off to her bed, insisting she slept better alone.
How would she know that if she hadn’t actually tried sleeping in his bed an entire night?
Maybe he’d man up and ask her that when he got home. He grinned. That’d get her riled up—and that was how he loved her best.
He slowed down and pulled into Cres’s driveway.
Cres was out of his house as soon as Wyn killed the ignition. As Wyn wandered up the driveway with a six-pack of Fat Tire beer, Cres said, “That’s your we’ve gotta talk look. So it’s finally time to deal with Dad’s bombshell?”
“I didn’t want this to be a pressure thing, Cres. I guess we could’ve discussed this while we were movin’ cattle.”
Cres dropped the tailgate on his truck. “Mel’s been around and it didn’t seem right to talk in circles or exclude her from our conversation. And every other time we’ve been together it’s been with Dad and Mom.”
Wyn hopped onto the tailgate beside his brother and handed him a beer.
“Thanks.” Cres said, “Does it surprise you that Dad hasn’t been bugging us to make a decision?”
“Dad’s got other things on his mind for a change. I’m happy to see that. Mom is too. So to be honest, I don’t think they care one way or another what our decision is because they’ve already made theirs. Make sense?”
“Yeah. And Mom’s too busy harassing you about what’s going on with you and Mel.” Cres sipped his beer. “Speaking of Mel…you two seem very happy to be playing house.”
Wyn scowled. “I hate that fucking term.”
“What else can you call it if it’s not a trial run for the real deal?”
“Piss off. And her name is Melissa, not Mel. Mel…well, that’s more in line with your tastes.”
Cres laughed. “True. I like her. She’s good for you.”
“So if I wanted to play house with her for real?”
“I’d probably come over more often since she’s a better cook than you.”
“Again, Cres, piss off.” Wyn cracked his beer. “I want her there for the long haul. Not just because she’s a good cook but because she’s…everything. I just feel in my gut she’s it for me.”
“Does she feel that way too?”
“I hope so.”
“Man, Sutton is so gonna rub it in your face that you’re pussy-whipped.”
“I deserve it.” He grinned. “I welcome it. Anyway, you’ve had a couple of weeks to think about Dad’s offer. Made any decisions yet?”
Cres looked at him oddly. “It never really was a decision for me, bro. I like ranching with you. It’d suck to do it by myself. I say let’s keep it together. Same as it’s always been.”
Wyn held his bottle to his brother’s for a toast. “Amen.”
A few moments of silence passed.
“Since it seemed like you were dragging this decision out, I thought maybe you were gonna suggest we divvy it up.”
Wyn pinned him with a sharp look. “Why in the hell would you say that?”
Cres shrugged. “I came out last year. Everyone in the family has been supportive—even more than I expected. But supporting me in my personal life and bein’ offered a chance to cut ties with me professionally because of how I live my life… We both know it might affect who wants to do business with both of us, Wyn. I could see that dividing it would be an easy out for everyone. I think that’s why Dad offered it as a suggestion.”
“Bullshit. I thought you might be lookin’
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