Page 20 of Buckled in Barbwire

“That’s true. He can’t shut up about the extra cash.”

“Which is strange since he has plenty already, but there’s more where that came from if you leave me in charge.”

“Do this for me and it’s a done deal.”

I narrow my eyes at his nonchalance. “What happens if I refuse?”

“If you’re not interested, Jimmy is ready to fulfill my request. Your cousins will be hitched by Christmas if I give him the go-ahead.”

My jaw drops, quite possibly hitting the floor. “You’d give him the company?”

Dad makes a noncommittal noise. “He’s willing to make sacrifices for the family. Not sure I can say the same about you.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. I’ve given everything to this company. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, but this crosses a line.”

He flicks nonexistent lint off his shirt. “Perhaps, but it’s in my power to set the conditions. The choice to comply is yours. Choose wisely.”

“There isn’t a good option,” I counter.

“Just think about it.” His gaze becomes unfocused. “Your mother made me a better man. I want that for you. A real partnership. A love that burns brighter each day.”

“A contractual obligation,” I add.

“Don’t think of this as a punishment. You’ll thank me eventually.”

“Doubt it.” I scrub over my face, ashamed that I’m actually considering the option. “Do you already have a bride picked out for me?”

“That’s part of your decision.” It doesn’t escape my notice when his gaze slides to the window again.

“There’s no chance Paisley will go along with this.” But the thought of shackling myself to any other woman shrivels my balls into raisins.

Dad raises his palms. “I didn’t mention her.”

“Didn’t have to,” I mutter.

“If you want my opinion, she suits you well. I approve.” The audacity of this man makes him a true icon.

“You old rascal. Reviving your nickname?”

“Always loved that comic strip. The show wasn’t bad either.” He reclines in his chair, a dreamy glint in his eye.

“Dennis the Menace lives and breathes,” I mutter.

He’s quiet for a beat. “Gives me a reason to get up in the morning.”

An ache spreads through my chest. “Fuck, that’s a shot to the soul. “

“The truth hurts, kid. I was in rough shape until you reminded me that there’s plenty left to live for.” A wry smile touches his lips. “I’d love nothing more than to see you settled with a family of your own.”

“Mhmm, the message has come across loud and clear.”

The wiggle of Dad’s brows is unsettling. “Does that mean I can book the chapel?”

Islip the halter off Ritzy and get her a piece of carrot. My horse loudly crunches on her treat as I drift a palm down her bald face. It’s a common feature for a frame overo paint. The large marking begins at the top of her forehead and extends down to her muzzle, stretching over one eye that’s bright blue. Her brown body is splashed in white patches, creating a unique pattern. She’s such a beautiful sight.

“My model mare,” I croon. “You belong on the cover of magazines.”

The pretty girl snorts and searches my pockets for another snack. I happily oblige, more than accustomed to spoiling her rotten. She deserves extra rewards after our practice runs today.

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