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“Maybe.”
I gape at him.
“Oh my god. You do, don’t you?”
He shrugs. “Maybe you’ll have to give it a peek later. I’ll let you, if you want.”
That makes my blood heat, makes my cock perk up. It goes back down instantly once Hayes arrives in his sheriff truck, looking ridiculously hot in his uniform.
“Heard there were some goats this way,” he says as he meanders over, all casual and not worried about a thing.
“Yep. Here they are,” Jimbob says.
“Seems it was old McDonald down the road. He’ll be over in a jiffy.”
We sit there while Hayes hangs out, chatting about this and that, petting the goats while he does. A while later, old McDonald—is this for fucking real—shows up and gathers his animals, thanking us profusely and then driving off.
“You guys busy tonight?” Hayes asks, and Jimbob peers over at me.
“Maybe.”
I bite back a smile.
“Well, we’re gonna go to the bar after I’m off. Shoot some darts, have some beers.”
“Braxton isn’t twenty-one yet.”
Hayes looks at me and then shrugs. “It’s fine. He’s with me. We can make it work.”
I don’t think that’s legal, but I let it slide.
“Yeah, I guess we could. You want to go have a bite to eat and maybe throw some darts at the bar?”
Jimbob is waiting for me to answer, and honestly, spending time with a bunch of rednecks at a bar sounds atrocious, but I nod anyways. I want him to be happy. I want us to be happy.
“We’ll be there. What time you off?”
Hayes shrugs. “Around eight. I’ll be there and make sure to have food on hand. You’re a hungry beast.”
I flush at that, and Jimbob chuckles, reaching out to help me stand. I slide my hand in his and move upright, brushing off my grassy ass in the process.
When Hayes leaves, Jimbob glances over at me.
“We have a couple hours before we need to go hang out. Wanna come to my place? See my tattoo?”
I pull my lip between my teeth and shrug, trying like hell to play it cool.
“Guess I could.”
When we arrive back at Jimbob’s place, standing in the kitchen, he suddenly looks nervous.
“So, you gonna show me?” I ask.
Jimbob shifts on his feet.
“Maybe. I feel kind of anxious now that I’m showing you. It was a bad decision I made a long time ago.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
