Cowboy, Take Me Home by Genevieve Turner

Author:Genevieve Turner
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penny Bright Publishing, LLC

Chapter 12

If Sayer was surprised to see Bear on his front porch, he hid it well.

His brother wore an expression as blank as stone, the same expression he’d worn the last year he’d worked with them on the Fall West. Like he was already mentally checking out from them.

It irritated the hell out of Bear, so he immediately snapped, “You’re helping her” instead of being cordial. Or even neutral.

“Her?” Sayer’s eyebrows rose. “I’m guessing you mean my new neighbors. Which her are you talking about?”

Bear shoved past him into the house, the first time he’d ever been inside. Her. As if there was any question. Never had been, at least not for him. “Filippa with an F.”

“Ah.” Sayer shut the door. Bear supposed that was progress, that his brother wasn’t immediately tossing him out. “That one. She seems like she’d irritate you.”

“She does.” Bear pointed to a chair by the window. “That’s Mom’s old rocker.” She’d sat with each of them in that chair, reading them stories at bedtime. Bear and Thorne had each taken a side when they’d been little.

“She let me have it.”

Bear sat down in it. “That house is going to fall down. And I don’t want Pippa in it when it does.”

Sayer kept standing. “You want the land for your new processing plant.”

“Want? We already paid for it.”

“Sometimes you sound just like Thorne.” Sayer raised a brow. “And Thorne’s a bully.”

Bear looked away. “He’s our brother.” And my twin.

He didn’t believe in any mystical twin-bond bullshit, but to claim that he had the same relationship with Sayer he did with Thorne would be wrong. His relationship with Thorne was just different, and there was no denying it.

Sayer looked like them—dark hair, brown eyes, sharp nose, lines around his eyes and in his forehead—but looking at Sayer didn’t feel like he was staring at a copy of himself. Although Sayer looked pretty good for being cut off from his family. Like the rift wasn’t keeping him up at night.

“Still a bully.” Sayer leaned against the wall. “You just come here to chat?”

“She told me you’d be helping them. And then I saw the toolshed today—you paint nice—and realized you’d been there recently.”

He didn’t know why he wasn’t just getting to the point with Sayer. Maybe he was simply hungry to hear what his brother had been up to and the Crivellis provided a decent opening.

Sayer watched him for a moment. “What were you doing there today?”

“Helping her milk.” That moment had almost been more intimate than kissing her. His hand on her back, the two of them breathing together… Her curls had brushed the back of his hand. He felt them still, so soft.

Sayer reached forward, pulled something off Bear’s shirt. A single hair, twining into a perfect curl. Pippa’s hair. “I see.”

Bear stared at the strand in Sayer’s hand. If his brother hadn’t taken off and not spoken to any of them in over a year, he could have admitted everything. Holding it all in was driving him more than a little crazy.

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