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I don’t want to miss a day with her.
Her brilliant blue eyes widen, and she smiles. “Yeah. Okay.” Her flirty little grin’s enough to have me wanting to toss her over my shoulder and take her back upstairs.
She gives a wave as she goes. I watch her sashay out the door, sundress clinging to her tight little ass like cellophane.
“She’s good for you,” Davis says when I return to the island.
I know what he means. She’s the first woman I’ve been with where I’m not looking for a ghost.
I toss Keena a bone from the Folger’s can. “She’s good for a summer.”
Davis gives me ayeah rightlook, because he knows I’m a goddamn liar.
Good for a summer.
The words settle in my stomach like a brick. It feels wrong to put Ruby in a box like that. Like she’s just another girl.
The door eeks open and Wyatt enters the house, looking like the cat that ate the canary. Just as I’m ready to ask if he needs a fucking neck adjustment because of the way he’s staring after Ruby, he turns to me. “How was the date?”
“Wasn’t a date,” I insist.
Wyatt smirks. “So, you’re saying Fairy Tale’s gonna fuck you, not date you?”
“Shut up,” I snarl. If Wyatt wants me as backup with Davis, he better quit talking while he’s ahead.
“I think Charlie is saying it’s complicated.” Davis crosses his arms, his biceps bulging. “And we’re not here to talk about Charlie and this girl he’s supposedly not serious about. Even if he is gonna let her go at the end of the summer and end up regretting it for the rest of his life.” I roll my eyes, hating my big brother right now. “We’re here to talk about you.”
“Man.” Wyatt exhales and drops his lean frame onto a stool at the island. “What’d I do now?”
Frowning, I search my younger brother’s face for guilt, but there’s nothing to give him away.
“Sheena Wolfington,” Davis announces, in full-on interrogator mode now.
“What about Sheena Wolfington?”
Davis tucks his hands in his pockets, his expression poker-faced. “She was in town this morning telling everyone about how you chopped off that head of hair of hers.”
Honest surprise crosses Wyatt’s face, and I know he didn’t do it.
“What?” Wyatt straightens and looks at me, his eyes wide with shock. “No. I wouldn’t fuck her and I definitely wouldn’t cut her fucking hair.”
“Then why were you out with her?” Davis demands.
Now, Wyatt looks guilty.
“I wasn’t trying to get in her pants, I was trying to ...” Embarrassment stains his expression. “I was trying to figure out where the Wolfingtons stashed that colt.” The last of the sentence rolls out of his mouth in a drawl of a mumble.
I groan.
“Jesus a horse?” A vein pops in Davis’s temple. The universal signal his patience is hanging on by a thread.
Nostrils flaring, Wyatt rips off the stool with a clatter, causing Keena to launch into a series of frenzied barks. I dig my thumb into the throbbing spot between my eyebrows. “It was my horse,” he snaps back. “Dad gave me that thoroughbred. I fucking trained that horse. It was mine, and those assholes stole it.”
“Calm down,” I growl. “Both of you.”
Still staring daggers at Davis, Wyatt tears a hand through his hair, twists it. “I thought one last prank. I’d find the horse and take it back. But she wouldn’t tell me where it was, and I left.”
Davis considers this. “And that’s all it was?”
