Page 15 of Sweet Whiskey
COLT
I tap the hood of the truck, glancing between Cooper and Duke.
“No fucking shenanigans.”
Duke scoffs. “Us? Shenanigans? Never.”
Narrowing my stare, Cooper swallows and nods. “We’ll be good. We just want the title and then to get back home.”
Duke groans. “It’s the fucking rodeo. If we can’t at least fuck one buck—ughfm.”
Cooper socks him hard enough in the stomach to cut him off before turning back to me. “ We’ll be good.”
My eyes roam over Duke again, debating pleading with his twin to take his place. Duke sighs then rolls his eyes, leaning over Cooper to speak directly in my face.
“My brother is crazy about that omega. I promise I won’t do anything while y’all are pursuing her. I may be a selfish twat, but I love my brother.”
I suck my lip between my teeth, then nod. “Alright, make us proud.”
Cooper grins. “Don’t I always?”
I brush my knuckles against his jaw and roll my eyes as I step away. “Yeah, yeah, hotshot. Don’t get too cocky now.”
Maverick comes around and taps on the side of the door window. “Horses are loaded. Dallas got the haul stocked. Brooks said to keep an extra eye on Train’s front left. He cleaned up, but may need a change.”
Duke nods. “Got it. I’ll call him if I have any questions and have the doc on site check it if we’re concerned. ”
Cooper salutes, flashing us another grin. “Time to bring it home again, boys.”
Maverick rolls his eyes. “As if you need a bigger ego.”
He steps back and we walk down the road a bit to watch them leave, and half the team with them. Maverick blows out a breath. “We’ll be lucky to get through rodeo season without someone getting knocked up.”
I snort. “They’re good men. They always come to take care of their own.”
Mav grunts. “Sure, until they got a few baby mommas and none of them know of the others.” He shakes his head. “I’d like one year without the drama.”
Patting his back, I laugh. “You forget drama is what keeps our town running.”
“Brackenridge, powered by whiskey and drama,” he says drily.
I grin wider. “And sometimes bourbon and mischief. ”
He rolls his eyes. “Now I know why my dad always said y’all are gonna put him in an early grave.
I’ll meet you at the weak spot in an hour.
” He walks toward the main house, probably needing to make some calls and emails.
I’ll always be grateful Levi never expected me to take over the admin side of things, because I would have probably quit.
I head to my truck to load up the fence supplies in the back when I see the two men I had just been thinking about lingering by the tail hitch.
Dallas is already putting the wood, wire, and tools in the bed.
Out of all the men we work with, he’s the most reliable and someone I would train to take over as ranch manager one day.
Brooks nods at me, giving me a pinched look.
I narrow my stare. “What?”
His eyes round, and he glances over at Dallas before they fall back on me. “I might have done something.”
Dallas stiffens. “Done something like what?”
Brooks’s tongue drags across his bottom lip. “I might have hinted to Kinsey that we want to court her.”
My stomach hollows out. “Court her? Brooks, we barely know the girl! Great, now she’s probably going to freak out.”
Dallas crosses his arms, his jaw tight as he stares at Brooks, but he doesn’t seem as irritated as I am.
“When was this?” I ask.
Brooks grins now, shrugging. “Bought her coffee the other morning, and she said she was interested. Then I kissed her.”
A growl rumbles in my throat, not out of jealousy. I wasn’t jealous at all that Brooks kissed Kinsey. Hell, I would do anything to watch it. But it’s the smug expression on his face that makes me want to punch it.
Dallas puts his hands on his head and blows out a breath. “Kinsey and I hooked up in the library.”
Our heads snap to him in shock.
“See! I tried to be a gentleman, and Dallas just skips straight to second base,” Brooks moans .
“And when was this?” I growl out.
Dallas’s cheeks turn red. “The same morning, uh…after she ran into Brooks.”
This time Brooks’s smile falters, and he clears his throat. “Well then, I’d say she’s very interested. Now if we become a pack?—”
“We are,” Dallas states.
I grunt, not confirming or denying it. The fuckers are wearing me down, and honestly I can barely remember my initial argument against it. “Brooks, groundwork. Dallas, fence. Get the fuck out of my face. Both of ya.”