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Lara Lynn laughs, unable to keep up with the lie. “No, sweetheart. It didn’t kill him. But he does live in Montana, and it was becoming a nuisance to their cattle.”
“You eat meat, right?” Morgan asks Kacy, slinging his arm around her and suggestively nodding south.
Told you Morgan shouldn’t be allowed the tequila he’s holding.
“I eat meat,” Kacy says, her cheeks red as her eyes dart from mine to Morgan’s.
Dad grabs the bottle from him with a hard yank. “Who let you have that?”
“Barron.” Morgan winks at Kacy. “You fuck my brother yet?”
“Morgan Christopher Grady!” Dad grumbles. “We don’t talk to ladies like that.”
“Who says she is one,” Carly pops off, sipping her wine like the stuck-up bitch she is. I can’t hit a girl, but I sure as shit want to in this moment. You know, I’ve never liked Carly. I always thought Morgan made a huge mistake marrying her, and now I’m sure of it.
Glaring at Carly, I mouth, “Shut the fuck up,” to her and push Morgan away from Kacy.
“Honey,” Dad looks to Carly. “When you’re in my home, you treat everyone with respect.”
“Sorry, sir.” Carly stands, rolling her eyes at Morgan. He puckers his lips at her, but she shoves her hand in his face. “Knock it off.”
Kacy sighs when Carly leaves the room. “I was just about to come up with something really good to say to her.”
I smile, leading her into the dining room. “Well, keep a tab. She’s known for saying a few shitty things per night.”
“Noted. Is she always like that?”
“Pretty much.” I lean into her, our shoulders touching, but it’s not enough. I want all of me touching her. “Morgan always goes for the bitches.”
Kacy blinks. “Hey, I like Lillian,” she whispers. “She doesn’t seem like a bitch.”
“You don’t know her that well yet.”
Dad brings in the smoked tri-tip, the girls following him. Kacy jets her bottom lip out again, and I find it so goddamn sexy I want to shove her inside the bathroom next to the stairs and suck it into my mouth.
“What was the cows name?” Kacy asks, staring at the meat.
“Lonnie.” Camdyn hugs Kacy’s leg. “It’s okay, Kacy. Lonnie was really mean.”
She’s lying. There wasn’t anything mean about old Lonnie, except that it was his time to be slaughtered.
“Lonnie? His name was Lonnie? Please tell me it’s not Poppy’s dad.”
Camdyn giggles. “No, silly. Lonnie ain’t got babies.”
When we end up all sitting down for dinner, Morgan is shit-faced, and I’m wishing I wasn’t sitting next to Kacy. She’s wearing this low-cut green top that makes the blue in her eyes stand out and her flawless skin irresistible. I want to spend hours with my mouth all over her, worshiping her in ways I haven’t done.
Underneath the table, Kacy’s hands are anything by innocent. She’s touching my goddamn thigh so high my balls are jealous, and my dick, he’s just fucking angry. At me, my kids, the entire damn world at this point.
“So, Bishop,” Kacy begins after taking a bite of Lonnie. “Camdyn told me this ranch has been in your family for over a hundred years.”
I cock my head at her. She wants to talk family history while she’s touching my junk? Okay. No complaints here.
Dad sets his whiskey on the table, smiling at Kacy. “Yes, darlin’. It has been. Handed down from one Grady to the next.”
“Do I get to run it next?” Camdyn asks, carefully building a mashed potato volcano on her plate.
“That’s up to Morgan, sweetheart.”