"All you, brother." I clasped a hand on Rhett's shoulder before turnin' to the bar and holdin' up a hand for Hank.
The air shifted behind me. He'd taken the bait.
Sucker.
"What'll it be, uglier of the two Lancaster spawn?"
Goddamn, Hank was brutal. I rubbed my palm against my chest.
"Jesus, Hank. Give a guy a break, will ya?" He simply glared at me, one clear eye and one cloudy. "I'll just have a beer tonight. Got any of that Moose Drool left?"
"No. That was for a special occasion. Your weddin'," he deadpanned. "Gone now. Kinda like your hopes and dreams."
"Alright, Hank. Guinness is fine."
He turned to pour my beer with a scowl just as a butt plopped down in the seat Rhett had just vacated.
"For what it's worth"—Calvin's husky voice had my head snappin' her direction—"I'd argueyou'rethe more handsome Lancaster brother."
Somethin' in the kitchen must have caught fire, because the temperature in The BP spiked a good hundred degrees.
I swallowed hard as I took her in. Fuck, she was every red-blooded cowboy's wet dream. Skin-tight jeans. White, V-neck T-shirt dipped low, showin' off her gorgeous tits. Her lips were painted fire-engine red and I so badly wanted them wrapped around my cock again.
But it was her eyes that really got me. She'd done that smokey-eye thing I'd told Sassy looked great a million times before when we'd gone out. Never paid too much attention to it—just told her she was beautiful, because she was. But on Calvin? Whatever the fuck she'd done to her face had my brain skippin' like the old ass jukebox at the end of the bar.
And as if that hadn't been enough all on its own, she had to go and fucking smile up at me.
Like she was fucking happy to see me.
God.
Fucking.
Damnit.
I was toast. Completely gone for this girl after one fucking night eating her pussy.
Okay, it was more than that. We'd had a good talk, a good walk on the ranch. We played cards in the bunkhouse. She knew about all my… shit with Sassy.
And she was still here, still smilin'.
Hank dropped my glass on the bar top, startling me outta my gawk fest. I blinked, shook myself a little bit. "Thanks, Hank."
Before he could grumble any additional obscenities my way, the deadly viper next to me spoke up.
"Hey Hank," she said, all sickly sweet. Maybe she was about to devour him, fangs out and jaw unhinged, for talkin' shit. "Honey, can I get another round of tequila for me and Sass?"
"You got it, sugar." Hank winked his cloudy eye at her and I physically felt my nose wrinkle as I looked back at Calvin.
"Was Hank just… nice to you? Were you nice to him? What in the actual fuck is goin' on here? Hank ain't nice. And you ain't neither." I pointed a finger in her beautiful, cackling face. "Hey, knock it off?—"
She struck fast, like a viper was known to do, and gripped the index finger I held a handful of inches from her face. All it took was a little tug and I stepped into her, crowdin' the space around her bar stool as she placed a gentle kiss against the tip of my finger.
And I was rock fucking hard in my jeans.
From a.
Kiss.
