Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Trey, you’re here earlier than normal,” Amos replies, sitting in a rocking chair, a new addition that has Sienna written all over it. Her touches are everywhere these days. Amos may be pissed she’s back home and not leaving, but we all know, him included, that this is where she belongs.
“Got shit to do in town.” The two of us put our heads together, deciding to go in on a new business venture of sorts. What we are is fucking crazy. Amos needs more work like he needs a hole in his head. I do whatever needs to be done at the family ranch, each of us pulling our weight whenever necessary. Still, I felt like there was something I could be doing more of. I came over when the idea took hold to talk to Amos first before bringing it up to my family. This idea hit, and the main thing I needed was a friend to use as a sounding board. Amos being Amos jumped in with both feet. We figured paperwork out, went to town to talk to the same attorney Ryland used for Case, and formed a partnership. The rest, well, we’re hammering it out.
“You and Sienna both. I swear she’s there every damn day lately and won’t tell me where or what is going on.” Amos shakes his head and places his lead rope he was working with on top of the side table, another new addition from Sienna. I cock my eyebrow at his statement. “I’m being for fucking real. Sienna gets up, has coffee, bitches about it being too hot and too strong, does whatever needs to be done around here, and then she leaves. It’s giving me a damn complex.”
“She okay?” There isn’t much in town—a couple of stores, a doctor’s office, Tully’s veterinarian clinic, the police station, and a gas station.
“I reckon. Not like my sister would say a fucking word. I’m about ready to follow her ass.” He grumbles, “Not like she’ll keep her damn location turned on. It used to be her who'd track me like a mother hen. I swear ever since she left for college, any and all sense left Sienna’s head, then she comes home and it’s worse than ever.” This version of Amos is the brother and protector. She’s all he has, and he’s all she has when it comes to family. A precarious situation when it comes to the relationship between Sienna and me. Who the fuck am I kidding? We don’t have one, probably never will after the push-and-pull shit I did to her years ago. Looking back, I could have handled it a fuck of a lot differently, though in the end, it was for the better. For Sienna. As for me, well, that’s an entirely different story.
“There’s two ways to look at it—if you don’t track her, she can’t track you.” I run my hand along my jaw, body tightening with worry, and while I’m preaching, he shouldn’t do something dumb like I’m about to do. The need to get in my truck and figure out where she’s going and who she’s with, “I’d do away with following her. She’s liable to kick you in the nuts.”
“Again,” Amos grunts, more than likely reliving the last time Sienna got pissed off and kicked him in the family jewels. I’m pretty sure her intent was his shin, but he bobbed instead of weaved, and the next thing you know, Amos was doubled over in pain. “I hope you have a daughter one day.” My head turns on a swivel, balking at Amos’ statement.
“Why the fuck would you say that? Take it back right now.” Jesus, he has no idea what he’s asking for because the only person who will ever have my children is his sister, and I know without a shadow of a doubt Amos will lose his ever-loving mind. “What the hell did I do to deserve that statement?”
“You threatened my balls, I’ll threaten you with a daughter any day of the week. Plus, you can get a taste of the hell Sienna has put me through. The hair on my damn head says it all.” He points to his head covered by a white Stetson. Amos is going gray fast, a hell of a lot faster than me, and we’re the same age. He goes on grumbling about something or other, but my mind stops on the word taste. Amos doesn’t need to know I’m thinking about the last time Sienna and I had a conversation. The towel slipping from around her body, giving me an unobscured view of his sister. Jesus, I’m doing everything in my power to hold back a groan of my own. My cock doesn’t seem to understand the nature of such a delicate matter. Amos could easily put two and two together, talking about his sister with my hard-on being visible. Yeah, I’d be the one doubled over in pain this time around. Still, it doesn’t stop me from thinking about the moment Sienna’s towel dropped a couple of months ago. All these years later and seeing her bare attempting to clutch the small white cloth, and it didn’t do a damn thing to conceal the natural curves of her body.