“It’s gorgeous out here.” I glanced over at the last remnants of light ducking below the horizon in the distance.
“Mhmm, it really is something else.”
Destry chose that exact moment to come stomping out and gave Braxton a death glare that would have had me taking a step back. Braxton, however, didn’t move except to stand up taller and hold his ground.
I burst out laughing at the display of testosterone, and walked back up to the house shaking my head. I had no idea what was wrong with these guys, but damn if I didn’t want to find out. They’d made me laugh more in the last few hours than I had in a long time. Destry though, I was still wary of. I had the other two fairly figured out. Braxton was the sweet one. Austin was the flirt, but Destry, he was still a mystery. Yet my first impression about him being a cocky ass was lingering in the back of my mind. I had a feeling I was going to like it here regardless.
X X X
Curled up on the worn leather sofa only an hour after tonight’s testosterone tug-of-war, I hugged my mug of hot cocoa to my chest with a sigh. It was the best damn cocoa I’d ever had.
“Mmmm,” I sighed and laid my head back against the soft cushioning behind me. The liquid chocolate wafted up, soothing me and making me feel warm and comfortable. The only sounds were the crickets chirping outside the large double windows. It was so comforting; my eyes closed briefly.
“Good, huh?” Destry’s voice caught me by surprise, making me jump a little. I looked over to see him leaning casually against the doorframe with his ankles crossed and a small smirk playing on his lips as he raised his own mug up to his mouth and took a sip. The man was pure unadulterated sex on a stick; there wasn’t a single inch of him that wasn’t solid, hard muscle. His muscles beckoned to me, taunting me to lean in and lick and bite. I felt my cheeks warm when his gaze landed on me; he’d clearly caught me ogling him and found it funny. I tucked my bare feet further up under myself and looked down at my mug.
“You made this?” I asked a little surprised. I assumed it was a Braxton, since he’d been the one to hand it to me before he went to bed. I didn’t even realize anybody was still awake; I was so lost in the peaceful quiet of the big old house.
“Sure I did.” He pushed off the doorframe and walked over to a big over-stuffed reclining chair, dropping down into it and filling the entire thing, making it seem as if it were tiny.
I knew I was supposed to say something but I was transfixed with the way his arms looked in his navy blue cotton t-shirt, the way it pulled tight across his broad shoulders and defined chest. His arms looked like they were close to tearing the sleeves in two. He was without a doubt, the sexiest man I’d come across, and he didn’t have to do anything to flaunt it; it was a natural kind of good looking. His strong jaw sporting the five o’clock shadow would make any sane woman want to nibble on it. His eyes were a striking blue with nearly invisible gold flecks; they were bright yet they held a guarded curiosity. Destry cleared his throat, snapping me back to the now; he was looking at me expectantly, so I’d clearly missed whatever it was he had been saying while I made a fool of myself gawking at him.
“Sorry? I was off in my own little world,” I admitted, hoping he wasn’t going to call me out on my bad manners.
“I was just asking if you wanted me to show you around tomorrow.” He shifted in his seat looking uncomfortable for whatever reason. I was a little surprised by his gesture; it was not at all what I was expecting.
“That’s really nice of you. I would, however, like to help around here anyway I can.” His short sharp laugh and roll of his eyes had me confused and a little annoyed.
“Darlin’, I’m pretty sure work on the ranch might near kill you, or at least break a few of your nails.” His smart words got under my skin. Did he think we were living in the 1800s? I could do anything he could do, and I could do it with more class and a cute ass.
“Umm, sexist much? I’m more than capable of getting my hands dirty,” I told him with a glare.
“Maybe in the city you could do a spot of gardening, but out here, it’s real work.” He shook his head and sipped his cocoa looking relaxed and not at all bothered that he’d just royally pissed me off.
“What time do we start in the morning?” I asked defiantly. I wasn’t about to let an asshole guy tell me I couldn’t handle a bit of hard work.
With a smug look on his face, he told me, “Four am, sweetheart.” I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from telling him I was nobody’s sweetheart.
I stood up, walked over to him, handed him my empty mug and smiled sweetly. “Equality and all that jazz. I wouldn’t want you going around thinking it was a woman’s job to be in the kitchen.” His stunned expression made me giddy. I’d one upped him. “See you at four, cowboy.” I heard his grunt as I walked off toward the stairs. Knowing he was watching me the entire way, did wonders for my damaged ego
X X X
Rolling over, I stretched my arms up above my head and yawned, pushing myself up onto my elbows. I flicked my eyes over to the clock perched on the wall. It was before five in the morning and I was awake. “The damn sun isn’t even up yet,” I grumbled, sliding out from the warmth of the double bed. Hell knows what I was thinking the previous night. I needed my head examined or my pride cut down some.
Shuffling down the stairs twenty minutes later, I tried and failed to put a spring in my step, just to show the obnoxious ass I was able to wake up at the same time as his highness and look good doing it.
“She won’t hack it.” Destry’s voice stopped my zombie-like movements in an instant. I stood stock still on the bottom step and strained my ears. The smell of food assaulted my nostrils and my stomach made a tiny rumble.
“Sure she will. I’ll bet she can even keep up with Braxton for most of the day.” Austin laughed. More clanging of plates being put down and shuffling of feet made it harder to hear what was being said.
“Don’t be an idiot. Just make sure you’re ready to bring her back to the house if she looks like she’s struggling.” A chair scraped against the wooden floors “She’s a city girl and I can guarantee she has no idea what she’s in for today,” Destry said with amusement.
I’ll show him, I mused to myself as I stepped into the kitchen–slash-dining room. The massive ten-seater table was set and plates of breakfast foods were laid out. A handful of delicious smells hit my senses all at once. Pushing Destry’s smart comments to the back of my mind, I said my good mornings to everyone. Saving the cocky cowboy for last, I smiled hugely at him. When he turned around to face me, I forced myself to appear a hundred times more awake and peppy than I actually felt.
A loud crash had my attention snapping to his hands, and then the floor. “Ah, you can’t wear that,” Destry grumbled when he took in my appearance, clenching his jaw tightly as he focused on a something over my shoulder.
I looked down at my clothes and back up again with a scowl. Who was he to tell me I couldn’t wear what I wanted to? I was three seconds from opening my mouth to give him a serving when a gaping Austin stood before me and groaned, “I—ah, they’re short and that’s… Jesus Christ, you’re freaking hot!”
“Like I said, you can’t wear that,” Destry sighed and bent down to pick up the plate he’d dropped.
“I can and I will. They’re shorts and a shirt. Not a big deal; get over it,” I chastised him. My mother had forever told me what was the ‘proper’ thing to wear and I wasn’t about to let a bunch of horny boys tell me I couldn’t wear what I wanted.