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“You know it.” He swore he could hear the smile in Dalton’s voice. “I like knowing you’ll be in my bed tonight.”

“I do too.” He was gonna run off the road he wasn’t careful. “You think on that for a bit.”

“All the way into town, cowboy.”

“I hear that. See you in a few.” He put their destination into the GPS and headed down the hill. Durango was a pretty little town, with a river and the mountains surrounding it. He liked it, even if it didn’t have a hot springs. It had a narrow-gauge railroad and a great little Thai place—if it was still there….

They pulled into the trailer park, and Dalton hopped out to get his spot at the office. Tank stayed outside, stretching. His back and legs were a little tight.

All that thrusting and pumping.

“Hey, Mr. Tank!” Deb came walking up. “How’s it going?”

“Good. I had an amazing week.” He took the hug she offered gladly. “How’s you?”

“Good. Good. We’ve been having a ball. We’re all set up with a dining fly and grills and all.”

“Yeah? We all having a picnic tonight before work tomorrow?” He and Dalton could get food, for sure.

“You know it. Pops decided to stay home, so we’re cooking brisket and damn the saturated fat.”

“Oh hell yeah. Dalton and I are going to the store. What do y’all need?”

“I got a list. Mostly sides. I’ve been smoking the meat for most of the day.”

“You’re something else, lady.” If Deb retired from rodeo, she could open a restaurant.

“You know I love to grill, and it’s so damn pretty up here.”

“I know. The weather is good too.” He grinned wide. “What are we thinking, heading back toward Texas as it heats up?”

“No shit on that. Of course, we go where they need us, right?”

“Right.” Texas was heating up with the rodeo as well as the weather.

“Still, we have time. Let’s enjoy it. Dalton! Hey you. We saved you a spot.”

“They said.” Dalton hugged Deb, kissed her cheek. “Hey, you old broad. You smell like brisket. Yum.”

“Pops stayed home this time.” She winked. “Tank says y’all are going to the store?”

“Yeah. We are. You got a list?”

“I do. Dustin’s gone with a bunch of guys rafting.”

“Slacker.” Tank chortled. “You’ll be lucky if he comes back.”

“He’s an addict. He’s been four times already.”

Dalton shook his head. “He’s a dork, but we love him. Let me get parked, and I’ll grab your list.”

“You can even sit a few. We won’t eat for three-four hours.”

“Nah, we’ve been sitting in the trucks.” Dalton grinned at Tank, and he nodded.

How could he argue when Dalton wanted to sneak off and spend time with him?

“Go park, you derp.” Deb swatted at Dalton.