Page 27 of Burn the Wild

Davis looks exasperated. Even Charlie looks annoyed. All signs point to this being something bigger than her just taking avacation. Just what we need. A big-name celebrity on our ranch, distracting the guests. Hiding out.

I lift my arms. “Look, I warned her—”

“You warned her?” Dakota cuts in. “Like, what, you’re going to break her legs?” she teases, brow arched.

Ruby’s wide blue eyes find me. “She’s out there all alone. What if she’s in trouble?”

“The only trouble that girl has is herself.” I cross my arms, hoping to ward off Ruby’s charm. Her big heart is the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen, but saying no to it is an exercise in will.

“You should have asked her to dinner,” Ruby admonishes.

I snort. “And get another drink splashed in my face? No thanks.”

My brothers snicker, and Ruby giggles as she says, “She got you good, Ford.”

Dakota smirks. “Can’t be the first time you’ve had a drink tossed in your face.”

Fifth time, but I don’t offer that fun fact.

The scream of an engine backfiring has Dakota and Ruby jumping.

“Fallon’s home,” Dakota breathes.

I keep my eyes on my little brother, whose entire body has gone rigid.

“She still staying at your place, or is she sleeping in her car?” I ask Dakota. Ever since her kidnapping, Fallon has avoided her cottage in town.

Fuck. It’s the wrong thing to say. Dakota’s eyes fill with tears.

Davis whips his head to me and glares before cupping his wife’s shoulder. “Make sure she comes to the house.”

Wyatt shoves out of his chair, his face suddenly soft and bordering on desperate. “I’ll go with you.”

Together, he and Dakota disappear out the door.

“Ask Reese to dinner,” Ruby sing-songs. She gives Charlie a little wave and exits.

“It’s sundress season,” Charlie mutters, his gaze glued to Ruby’s departing ass. Groaning, he scrapes a hand down his beard. “And my wife’s out to fucking kill me.”

“Reese,” Davis’s deep voice booms, bringing us back to the problem at hand. “If she’s in trouble, she’s your problem. However long she’s here, I want you on her.”

I pry my brain away from the image of me literally on top of Reese. Fucking her slow. Dragging my cock through the slit of her pretty pink pussy.

Jesus.

I glare at my twin. “What the fuck are you talking about, man?”

“She’s your responsibility.” He’s silent for a moment. “We’ll get Otis to take over the trail rides and the rest of the excursions.”

“Bullshit,” I blast. Everyone suddenly wanting to bust my balls is pissing me off.

“You can’t do it all, Ford.”

“It’s the start of the season,” Charlie says, agreeing with Davis. He’s becoming as responsible as my twin.

“How come I get saddled with this bullshit?” I grumble, hating my life. Already this girl’s a pain in my ass. Messing up my daily routine. Making me sweat.

“We’re married,” Charlie says with a cocky shrug.

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