LUKE
Yeah and if you knew anything about women, you'd be married
Oh, fuck this guy.
BRODY
I'm telling mom
LUKE
I'm sorry
BRODY
That's what I thought
Didn't matter how old we got. We were both still mama's boys through and through.
BRODY
And be nice to Calvin
LUKE
I WAS nice. Helped her load up her truck. Even asked her for a drink but she kinda blew me off.
And that had me grinnin'. Maybe she wanted to bejust friendswith me but at least she was friend-zoning Luke, too. Not sure I could compete with my baby brother. He had that same big, broody bastard thing goin' for him that those Birmingham dudes had.
I'd always been a little bit softer, but I just covered it up behind a laugh and a smile.
Seemed like the only people who saw through that bullshit, though, were my mom and now… Calvin.
I pulled up to the last of three stop signs between Larkspur and the Birmingham ranch. It was pretty much a straight shot down Route 89, but if I turned off right here, I could swing by Wild Acre.
Didn't have much of a need to. Could see my horse. Check on Rhett.
Or make a dozen other excuses for why I'd be there.
In reality, I just wanted to seeher.
And that was dangerous fuckin' territory.
She'd made herself crystal clear.
We were nothin'. She didn't need my help or me hangin' around on the ranch, panting after her.
Better I just head on home, take a shower, beat off, and hope like hell I could get her out of my head before the next time I had to make it out to the ranch. After all, I had a job to do.
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. No cars around. Just me and my thoughts. My piss-poor decision-making skills.
For once, I did the right thing. I stayed the course.
Drove home.
Took a shower.
Fucked my fist.
