Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
"I'm fine. Been here all day, and guess what? Zero cowboys have tried to mount me," I retort, turning back to my churros.
He grunts, and I'm not entirely sure if the sound means he's glad to hear it or if it means he wants to spank me. I kind of hate that I want it to be the latter. Don't ask me what that's about since I don't even like him. Clearly, my dreams are still impacting my judgment.
"You need anything?"
"Yes." I peek at him over my shoulder. "I desperately need to know how your parents had a son like Wade and one like you. The math is not mathing."
His lips press into a thin line, something hard flitting through his expression. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that you two look a lot alike, but he's actually amazing. Very sweet and funny. You're what I imagine a bear is like after hibernation." I cock my head to the side, hitting him with a bright smile. "How do you think that happened?"
"Easy," he growls. "Wade was dropped on his head as a baby. He's also a eunuch."
I damn near drop my piping bag. "What? Seriously?"
I'm talking to his back, though. He's already stomping out.
The jerk doesn't bother to answer my question, either.
Why am I not surprised?
Chapter Four
Walker
Who knew that my own brother would be the first one I'd have to kill? It's a shame, really. I actually like the fucker. Usually.
"What the fuck did you do with Letty today?" I growl, stomping up to him and Bishop outside of the mess hall.
"What?"
"What did you do with Letty today?" I growl again, my hands shoved into my pockets. Maybe I should stitch the motherfuckers in there. Seems safer at this point, considering how often I'm thinking about throttling someone.
It's been all of twenty-four hours since Tanner hired her, and I've had murder on my mind for at least twenty-three of them.
This is going so well.
"Uh, I helped her move her shit in?" Wade says, a confused look on his face. "I told her about that time you got chased into a creek by a wild boar. She thought that was hilarious, by the way."
"Yeah, well, she thinks you're a eunuch."
"What the fuck? Why does she think that?"
"Because I told her you were a eunuch."
"Jesus Christ." Bishop damn near chokes on his own tongue trying not to fall over laughing.
"You son of a bitch," Wade mutters, scowling at me.
"Stop flirting with my future wife."
My brother stares at me for a long moment before his lips twitch into a grin. "You jealous asshole," he says. "I wasn't flirting with her. We were trauma bonding over you being a dick. And newsflash, I'm pretty sure she'd rather marry the goddamn devil than you at this point." He slaps me on the back before sliding around me. "Good luck changing that, motherfucker. I'm betting against you."
I scowl at his back, then turn to scowl at Bishop.
He holds his hands up, flashing me a smirk. "I didn't do a damn thing," he says, fighting laughter before he strides after Wade. "Leave me and my cock out of this."
I stand right there for a long moment, trying to get my shit together before I give up, growl a curse, and stomp into the mess hall. It's dead silent. A literal fucking pin could drop, and you'd hear it right now.
What the fuck?
I don't have to wait long to get my answer.
Letty is carrying dishes out from the kitchen, and all eyes are on her. Every damn man in the room is staring like their eyes are about to bug out of their heads.
This ranch is going to have a mass grave soon.
"Are those…churros?" Blaze whispers in awe.
"Holy shit." Anderson snatches his hat off his head, licking his lips. "She made us churros?"
"It smells like real food in here," Bishop groans. "I might cry."
"You might cry?" Abel, who has been doing a lot of the cooking since our last cook quit, shoots him a look. "I might dance on a fuckin' table, boy."
Within seconds, everyone is talking at once, and I realize they aren't staring at Letty. They're all staring at the heaping dishes she's setting up buffet-style.
I push my way to the front of the room, lingering at the table beside her. I'm so close, I see the way her hands shake like she's nervous. She quickly busies herself, fussing with a tray like she doesn't want me to notice, but it's too late for that.
"Let me introduce you," I mutter.
She jerks when my hand lands on her elbow, then nods once.
I place two fingers in my mouth, blasting a sharp whistle across the mess hall. Everyone falls silent again.
"This is Letty Alvarez, our new cook," I say, raising my voice. "Letty, this is everyone."
"Um…hi?" she squeaks, giving everyone an awkward wave.