Broken In: A Cowboy Reverse Harem Romance by Cassie Cole

Author:Cassie Cole [Cole, Cassie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-10T16:00:00+00:00

24

Landon

Cindy was getting sloshy, and it made me nervous.

With every dirty joke she and Chase told, I expected her to mention something about me. You know who has a creamy load? Landon. A few times she glanced sideways at me, like she was thinking about it. Teasing me.

Or maybe it was my imagination. But still, I worried.

We sat around the table after dinner sharing another drink. Worries aside, it was good to hear her laughing and having a good time. It was good to know that we were helping her forget all her problems. Especially on the day of the funeral.

“And then,” Cindy said, “he fainted. Right in front of the casket!”

Chase sputtered. “No way!”

“Swear to God. Right in front of my uncle’s body and 100 church members. When he came to, the first question he asked about was lunch!”

We were taking turns sharing embarrassing stories. A little dark humor to take the edge off the day.

“How old was your cousin?” I asked.

Cindy leaned back in her chair and extended her legs, resting them on my lap. I grabbed my glass of whiskey and pretended not to notice. “Nine. He’s in his 20s, now. That story gets told at every family reunion, or so I hear.” She jabbed a finger at me. “Your turn! Most embarrassing funeral event.”

I took a sip to pretend to think, then glanced at Chase. All the color drained out of his face. “No…”

“Yes,” I said.

“Please don’t…”

A fire ignited in Cindy’s eyes. “What?”

“Landon…”

“Now you have to tell me,” she said.

“Our great-grams funeral,” I began. Chase groaned and turned his chair away, crossing his arms like a petulant child. “She was close to 100, and we were only kids. Chase was maybe six years old.”

“I was four,” he said, back still turned to us.

“Chase was four. Well, the minister is in the middle of his service. Going on and on, like ministers do. Suddenly, Chase runs up the aisle screaming at the top of his lungs that he can’t do it, that he can’t live anymore, that he wants to die. And he throws his arms wide onto the casket and refused to leave. It took three parents to drag him off it.”

“Ahha!”

“It gets exaggerated every time,” Chase grumbled.

“Were you that close to her?” Cindy asked.

“That’s the best part,” Daniel chimed in, face red. “She was from Omaha! He’d never even met her!”

“I was just a kid.”

Cindy was hyperventilating with laughter now, knocking over her empty glass while slapping the table. Chase made more unhappy noises from his corner of the table.

“The best we can tell is Chase saw something on television,” I explained. “A soap opera or something where a person ran up to a casket and screamed that they couldn’t live any more, that he would rather die than be without them, yadda yadda.”

Chase whirled back around in his chair, pointing an accusatory finger at me. “I was the baby of the family. I got dumped in front of the TV more than you two did!”

Our laughter and teasing went on another few minutes before we all had tears in our eyes.

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