We showed up during one of their weekly rehearsals. Rhylan confirmed that both Trent and Silas would be there to meet Tiffany face-to-face, giving her a chance to see her cowboy first before signing on the dotted line. Apparently, it was one of Trent’s requirements before going through with the arrangement, and it was an honorable one at that.
When we entered through the double doors, I immediately spotted Rhylan in the far corner by the bar, talking with Trent and someone who I could only assume was Silas.
As we approached the group, I glanced at my sister from the corner of my eye, noticing a subtle shift in her demeanor, no longer nervous and uncertain.
“Rhy.”
“Hey, Wildcat.” The soft rumble of his voice filled me with warmth as I stepped into him, and he pressed his lips to the crown of my head, wrapping an arm around my waist.
After taking a second to enjoy my husband’s embrace, I then cleared my throat to introduce Tiffany to bachelor number one.
“Tiff, this is—”
“Trent Adams, and aren’t you a gorgeous thing. I knew Rhy’s buckle-branded was hot, but you? Why, you’re pure fuckin’ fire.”
I couldn’t tell if his line was a dig at me or a compliment to both of us, but it must’ve worked on Tiffany because she grew taller, confidently crossing her hands over her chest while popping her hip out to the side.
“I think you forgot to mention that he’s old… like dad…”And there it is... the unfiltered attitude I was expecting.
“If that’s the sort of man you’re after, feel free to call me Daddy all you want, sweet pea. I don’t mind, kinda like it if I’m being honest.” Trent matched Tiffany’s energy seamlessly, not batting an eye at her failed attempt at shit talkin’.
“Gross… your grays are showing...”
“If you’re attempting to insult me, you’ll have to try harder than that. I come withexperience, far more than any fuckboy you’ve ever slept with.”
“Oh my god, D, you can’t be fucking serious with this cowboy? What about…” Tiffany’s eyes frantically bounced around the room, ignoring Silas, who stood next to Trent, praying to God that there was someone younger she could swing as a viable option at the last minute. “That one.Him.” She pointed to a guy wholooked to be in his mid-twenties, with short, honey-blond hair and a baby face that reminded me of Aaron Carter.I mean… he looked innocent enough to trust…
“Devon?” Rhylan choked on the name with a laugh, right before shamefully clasping a hand over his mouth. Silas elbowed him in the arm with the same expression of amusement.
“Trust me when I say this, but you don’t want Devon as your husband, Tiff. He can be a little…roughwith his women.” Trent took a step toward my sister, a bold smirk on his face as he towered over her tiny frame with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Likes them submissive, which you clearly aren’t in the least. He’d wear you out like a pair of farmer’s overalls within minutes.”
Tiffany swallowed hard as she peered back over her shoulder in Devon’s direction, and he offered a playful wink while rolling the strap of a leather belt tightly around his fist. Safe to say, he made Trent look far more appealing—a lion versus a hyena.Hakuna Matata.
“Dakota.” She whined, looking at me with desperation. One of those rare times where she used my proper name, generally reserved for when she really wanted something; in this case, a different man.
Trent was just as big a catch as Rhylan. Taller by a couple of inches, standing roughly six-three, with dark brown hair, a short, clean-cut beard, and ice-blue eyes that could freeze any woman with a simple look. Aside from their age gap, I couldn’t find anything wrong with him.
In the middle of studying both cowboys, I was interrupted by frantic hands as they ripped me out of the arms of my husband,hauling my ass into the women’s restroom before slamming the door shut behind us.
“Tiff,” I growled, turning around to face my sister, already chewing on her thumb as she paced along the vanity like some anxiety-driven caged animal.
She hadn’t outright said‘no’, leading me to believe that something else was making her act this way in front of him.
“Okay. Talk. What’s wrong with Trent? Because I sure as shit know you wanted a piece of him the night I went home with Rhy. Is it his age? Does that really bother you that badly?” I put my foot down, well past the point of being patient with her reluctance, and push back. “Is it his looks? Would you prefer Silas? You can be honest. I really don’t think they care who you choose; they both seem interested in you.” Even though Silas hadn’t spoken a word, his eyes did most of the talking; fucking her into oblivion.
“It’s not that, D, he’s just… Trent is—”
“Is what? An ass? Too forward? Too tall?” I was trying my damnedest to highlight a single flaw, except he had none from what I could see.
“Too…big…” Tiffany uttered, and I almost didn’t catch what she’d said as she stopped pacing altogether, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort.
“Too—hold on a second. Are we talkin’—”
“His dick is fucking huge, okay?” Her voice rose with the confession before falling back to a whisper, nervous that the cowboys might be standing on the other side of the door listening to ourconversation. “I… may have fucked around with him… in here… that night after you’d left with Rhylan.”She what?!
“Oh-kay…”How do I even respond to that?
“I don’t think he knew I was your sister,and…I may have also lied about my age...”
