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Dalton nodded to that. “If you’re going to ride for a few weeks, we’ll put it on our social media.”

“Cool. Jessop there is famous.”

Tank rolled his eyes, relaxing. “So are you, Buick. How come I never met your brother before?”

“I don’t know, man. He’s a roper. They’re strange birds.”

“Well, he’s here.” Tank waited, watching Buick’s well-known face.

“No shit?” Buick lit up like Christmas morning. “Let me text and see if he wants breakfast!”

So Buick hadn’t even known his brother was around….

Weird.

Dalton chuckled softly. “Not like my people, always in each other’s pockets, huh?”

“Nope.” Buick said it cheerfully. “We’d kill each other.”

“I’ve never met anyone who didn’t want to kill you at least some of the time, B,” Tank teased.

“It’s part of my charm.”

And wasn’t that the truth. Buick Davis was just who he was—bold as brass and brutally honest, free as a bird and uncompromising. Tank adored him and wanted to punch him in the face, all at once.

Dalton made a low noise, but Buick just laughed. “Aw, Dalton, you don’t know me yet. I really am charming.”

“And annoying,” Jessop popped back from behind them.

“Well, we’re tickled to have you riding, one way or the other. I’ll text Dustin.”

“Thanks.” As if that reminded him, Buick pulled out his phone, and his fingers flew. “Telling Dave where we are.”

Lord have mercy. If they weren’t careful, they’d take over.

“You inviting your people, Dalton?” he asked, and Dalton shook his head.

“Sister isn’t a morning person, and Dustin will be wanting breakfast tacos. I’ll pick them up along with Starbucks on the way back.”

“Good deal.” Tank could get behind a Starbucks. He could see why Dalton was an addict. The coffee at IHOP was appalling.

Dalton shot him a wink and a warm grin, one that suited him to the bone. He pressed the back of his hand to Dalton’s leg under the table, sharing the joke.

Buick’s eyes were sharp as tacks, watching him too close. Tank didn’t let it get to him. They’d had fun, but it had never been serious.

Tank was dead serious about Dalton, even if it seemed sudden to some folks.

He knew better. He’d been a good man and turned down a horny kid, but there was a big difference between fifteen and twenty-one, and twenty-three and twenty-nine. A big fucking difference.

Now was their time, and he’d be damned if he let go.

He winked at Buick, who had the good grace to laugh and look away.

What a turd.Tank couldn’t stay mad at him. He was just too happy and loving life too much for anyone to be all grr.

“So, this fair? Is it worth wandering?”

“It’s a little county fair, B. Canning and quilts and little kids showing bulls.”