Two Wild for Teacher: Lone Star Lovers, Book 6 by Delilah Devlin Page A

rolling his eyes.
    “Why’s that?” Sam asked, although he had a pretty good idea why.
    Mace grunted. “Too much damn noise. People gettin’ happy. Wish’t I was that damn happy.” He lifted his fork and turned to take another bite.
    Sam came closer and peered over Mace’s shoulder. “That the cherry pie?”
    “Mmm-hmm,” the younger twin groaned. “S’good.”
    Sam arched a brow. “Think we should tell Ellie that Killian’s not a pie man?”
    Both boys’ heads jerked up, eyes rounding.
    “Hell no!” Jason said around a mouthful of peach pie. “She might stop bakin’.”
    “We’d still get lots of apple,” Sam said with a dry chuckle. “Girl wears herself out tryin’ to please y’all.”
    “That ain’t what has her all wore out,” Jason muttered, then grimaced from the audible whack his brother gave his leg.
    “You know,” Sam said, “there’s a simple solution to your problem…”
    “Earplugs?” Mace quipped.
    Sam shook his head. “Seems all y’all need is a little somethin’ to keep your minds off what you’ve got no business hearin’.”
    Jason’s eyes narrowed. “I know what you’re gonna say. We need to find ourselves a wife.”
    “ A wife?” Mace quipped, his mouth stretching into a wide grin.
    Both boys shared a glance then dipped their heads to continue milling into their pie. In that one glance, they seemed to share the same thought. And maybe they did. No two boys could be closer.
    Men , Sam amended in his mind. They weren’t scrawny teenagers anymore. A woman, a good woman, would have herself a fine husband—if they could ever decide which would marry her.
    “Strange times we live in,” Sam murmured, thinking about how the town was changing. Multiple men taking up with a single woman. He’d never have imagined it, but then, for him, there had only been Gracie. And she’d had eyes only for him.
    On that melancholy note, he turned. Pie wasn’t going to satisfy his yearning. Sleep, a chance to dream about a golden-haired girl with freckles on her nose—that’s what he needed. “I’ll say good night. My job’s done. ’Night, boys.”
     
    Jason turned his head to watch Sam leave the room, not liking the hint of sadness he’d seen in Sam’s eyes before he’d turned away. They all missed Gracie Logan, but none more than Sam. “Think he’s really okay with how things worked out for Johnny and Killian?”
    “He hasn’t said a word about them holing up in the same damn bedroom. Don’t think he cares so long as everyone’s happy. Why you ask?”
    “Don’t know. Sometimes, he gets a look.”
    Mace nodded. “Know the one you’re talkin’ about, but I think it’s ’cause he’s missin’ Mom.”
    Jason pushed away his empty plate and sighed. “Only thing’s gonna make him happy again is when we all start makin’ babies.”
    Mace grimaced. “Think we don’t get any sleep now…” He shrugged. “It’s not like Johnny and Killian aren’t doin’ their best on that end. Still, Pa’s not gonna rest easy ’til we find a woman too.”
    “ A woman?” Jason said, reminding his brother how Mace’s sly joke had started the ball rolling with Ellie. They’d been teasing Sam and had irked the hell out of Johnny, who’d taken Sam’s pronouncement as marching orders and didn’t like them making light of it. Jason felt responsible for how things had worked out. Johnny might never have considered sharing a woman with Killian if Mace hadn’t first planted that seed. Not that both Johnny and Killian didn’t appear satisfied with the arrangement. Still, it was his job to curb Mace’s wildness. He was the oldest. Little brother needed to get serious about this business of finding a wife.
    Mace shrugged. “Be easier havin’ just one woman. Less yap. And we’ve got lots of practice sharin’.” He picked up his glass of milk and downed it in a couple of big gulps.
    Jason knew Mace would prefer to drop the subject of the marrying part. The thought of