Trev peeked out the window, praying the town of Deer Run hadn’t decided to come at him as one big mob. He had a sudden image of the townsfolk with torches and pitchforks. Trev knew there were men out there who would move on rather than bring two people into their exile, but from what Trev could tell, this damn town hadn’t given Beth or Bo anything good.
He was better for them. It was enough for him. He’d learned long ago that what other people thought didn’t matter. Love mattered.
He’d thought the word again. Fuck, he was in so deep. He was pulling Beth and Bo around him like a security blanket, trying to cobble together a family. He couldn’t stay here. He’d promised to buy into the Glen Ranch in Colorado. He couldn’t go back on that. He didn’t even want to. His life couldn’t be here. He needed to do something with the money he had coming to him. He had to build a future with it, and he couldn’t do that here.
But did he want a future that didn’t include Beth? Did he want to cut Bo loose again?
The truck pulled to a stop in the circular drive. Trev could see Leo had been as good as his word. Both his and Bo’s trucks were parked beside that little ball of terror Beth drove. That car had to go. His knees ached at the thought of being inside it again.
Carlson Home Everything Store was emblazoned on the side of the truck. Bo bounced off the porch. There was a light happiness in his step that had been missing before. Trev couldn’t hear what Bo was saying, but he was speaking to the driver animatedly.
Another vehicle pulled up. This was one Trev didn’t want to see. He quickly donned his jeans and threw a T-shirt over his head.
He made it to the front porch just as his brother-in-law pulled up in the Escalade that looked ridiculously out of place in a small town. Bryce opened the door and slid out. His face was puffy, his nose taped from the fight of the previous night.
“You son of a bitch. You caused this. This is all your fault. If you think for a second I’m going to sit back and take this, you’re wrong, Trev.” Bryce stalked toward him.
Bo hopped down from the back of the truck where he’d been helping the driver unload what looked like building materials. There were long boxes of flooring, cans of paint, and a multitude of tools in the back of the truck.
“What’s going on?” Bo asked, looking between the two men.
“I’m not sure. Bryce, I didn’t lay a hand on you.” Trev had been damn careful to not touch his sister’s husband. The last thing she needed was for Bryce to get angry.
“No, you didn’t. Your fucking friend did, though. You know, that asshole who keeps sniffing around my wife? He says he slipped. Well, my lawyers are about to slip and sue the fuck out of him.” Bryce touched his nose as if to make sure it was still there. “I’m not talking about the fight. I’m talking about you turning down Marty. You can’t turn him down. You need to get the fuck out of this town. You’re ruining your sister’s life.”
His stomach did a turn. He’d wrecked Shelley’s life before. She’d married this asshole because Trev hadn’t been around to stop it. If he’d been half the big brother she deserved, he would have been there to meet Bryce at the door and scared his ass off. He would have run a background check and known the man down to his last parking ticket.
Actually, that still wasn’t a bad idea.
“He’s not going to LA.” Bo’s chest had puffed out as if he were ready for his third throw down in as many days. Trev was going to have to work on Bo’s lamentable habit of beating the shit out of people.
“No, I’m not,” Trev assured him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Bryce’s mouth dropped open. “Fuck. Tell me you’re not fucking him, too. Mouse Hobbes is bad enough. You can’t have gone queer on me, too. You shouldn’t be around that little shit anyway. Do you know what his brother’s into?”
Trev’s fist tightened. He could practically feel Bo’s face go up in flames.
“His brother is one of the reasons this county still has a population attached to it. If the O’Malley Ranch picked up its business and left town, you wouldn’t have a damn person to sell a house to. And if you call Beth by that name again, I won’t hold back. I love my sister, but Beth belongs to me. I won’t allow anyone to insult her. And I’m the only one who gets to call Bo a little shit.”
Bo actually laughed. “Nah, Aidan does it all the time. Hey, do you think that Marty guy is going to sue me? Everybody else is getting sued. It’s only fair.”
Yep, Bo was going to keep him on his toes. “Let’s hope not, buddy. Why don’t you finish up with whatever you were doing? Is this Beth’s order? I thought she lost the loan.”
Bo’s face lit up. “I stole her notepad. She had all the things she was going to order on it. I figured I could loan her the money.”
Yes, Trev could see Bo doing that. He needed a keeper. “Do you have any left? After what you’re loaning me and Beth?”
“A couple hundred thousand.”
He said it like it didn’t matter. How had Trev managed to find the only two people in the world who didn’t give a shit about money or fame? Luck. Cosmic good luck. “She’s going to appreciate this.”
Bo’s hand went to his back. “And I ordered a California king-size bed this morning. I wound up on the floor. I think that bed is at least fifty years old.”
And Trev bet it had seen more action in a twenty-four-hour period than all the days before it combined. “Yeah, I’ll be grateful for that.”
Bo disappeared into the truck again.
“You’re going to ruin all of their lives, you know. People are already talking.” Bryce, bitterness etched on his features, watched Bo and the driver haul out a huge box.
“Let ’em talk.” They had talked before Trev came back to town. They would talk after. He wasn’t going to let gossip ruin his happiness.
“And everyone knows about what happened yesterday. You pissed off a bunch of people in this town. You’re the most hated man in the county. Do you think that kid will be the last one to come after you? How many people do you have to hurt before you realize you aren’t wanted here?”
Trev felt his face fall. Would someone really come after Beth again? It seemed incomprehensible that someone wanted to hurt him so badly over a couple of articles. He’d gotten the cold shoulder from people, but no one had tried violence. He could handle his car getting trashed. He had insurance, and people would stop when they realized he wasn’t going anywhere.
Why would someone break in? It didn’t make a lick of sense now that he thought about it.
Bryce just kept talking. “And you should take those two with you. Yeah. That would be for the best. Why can’t you go back to Dallas and take your little playmates along for the ride? Your new girlfriend isn’t going to keep her clients for long once they find out she’s sleeping with two men. No one is going to want a pervert accountant.”
Trev shrugged. From what he could tell, Beth didn’t really like her job. She preferred to work for Lexi, though that wasn’t full-time yet. In the meantime, Trev had the feeling moneybags wouldn’t mind taking care of her. Once Trev came into his cash, he would work to take care of them all.
Was he really thinking that far ahead? He had to stop that. He didn’t know what was going to happen past tomorrow, much less a year from now. He had to keep his head in the now or he could drown. And the now unfortunately involved his brother-in-law.
“You don’t care at all, do you?” Bryce’s forehead was ruffled in consternation.
And Bryce cared too much. “I’m not going anywhere. And if my sister wanted me gone, she would have been here herself. So that begs the question, why the hell do you want me out of town so badly?”