Page 67 of Fastlander Fealty

“Hell yeah.” She offered him a cheeky grin. “I’m on the hunt for one of those sexy blue-collar boys tonight.”

“I hope you’re talking about me,” he joked.

“Hard hats turn me on.”

He chuckled and patted her on the butt, then headed for the door. “I’m going to shower and get ready. What time are we leaving?” he asked.

“One hour,” Corey called out, “And Ace already said you and Captain can ride in our truck.”

“What about Gunner and Hallie?” Owen asked.

“Do you want to ride in the same truck with Gunner and Captain?”

“Fair point. Yep, we’ll ride with you. One hour, meet you at the trucks. You girls have fun getting ready. Silver, send me pictures.”

“Gross,” Corey said, but there was a smile in her voice.

Silver was just happy and excited and stood in the middle of the living room waving like a nerd.

Owen’s laugh filled the house and it was everything.

He thought she was cute.

She could tell.

Chapter Thirteen

Owen read his text to Wreck one last time before he sent it. We got you a ticket to the rodeo tonight, if you want to hang out. I’m leaving it at Will Call for you. Hope you come out, man. Send.

Gunner and Ace and Captain might be upset if they knew he was texting Wreck, because they were still pissed that he’d tried to kill them at the river, but Owen thought there had to be something to that. How had he known they were out there? Had he been following them? Had their fighting set him off? Had he lost control of his animal? It was probably lonely being Wreck. He probably wouldn’t show up, but he was a part of the Fastlanders, whether any of them liked it or not. Damon had pushed for that, and even though none of them knew the reasons for that yet, Owen had lived in the territory of the dragon and his seers long enough to know the truth would reveal itself eventually.

Wreck should be included tonight.

“I mean…I’ve had worse,” Captain said, glaring at the canned strawberry margarita in his hands.

“See?” Owen said. “You’re broadening your horizons. You’re welcome.”

“I would rather drink horse piss,” Gunner assured them from where he sat in a camp chair near the unlit firepit.

“Your loss,” Owen said, finishing the rest of his mango flavored beverage.

“You guys are so weird,” Ace muttered, eyes on Gunner’s singlewide, where the girls had every single light in the place turned on.

“How long does it take girls to get ready?” Captain muttered. “We aren’t getting any younger.”

“Patience is a virtue,” Owen pointed out, “And plus look. We all get more quality time together.”

Captain scrunched up his face. “I hate all of you. I don’t want extra time with you.”

Damn, there was truth in his voice.

“Why don’t you leave then,” Gunner growled.

“Captain stood up and threw his margarita can down. “Wanna go, baby brother?”

Owen stood fast and got between them, pushing Captain back. “Not tonight, boys.”

“Every night!” Captain barked out, looking around Owen to glare at his brother.

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