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“Think I just pulled something,” she muttered.
“Here, sit down.” I wrapped my hand around her upper arm, helping to guide her onto the ground. She winced as she sat and closed her eyes.
I sat behind her, spreading my legs so they were on either side of her. I brought my hands up to her back, aiming for the area she had her hand over moments ago.
“Here?” I pressed my thumb in slightly.
“A little to the left,” she directed.
I slid my hand about an inch left and felt the ball under her skin. She inhaled sharply as my thumb got to work.
“Told you to be careful.”
“I don’t take orders from cowboys.” Her posture relaxed despite the bite in her tone.
My lips grazed the shell of her ear as I whispered, “Didn’t seem that way in the hotel.”
Goosebumps freckled her skin where I rubbed. “That was different.”
“Oh, yeah? Bet I could make you do it again. I bet I could make you do a lot of things.”
She laid back against me so my chest was pressed against her back, my fingers still working at the knot between our bodies. Her head came to lie on my shoulder and I looked down to find her blue eyes boring up at me. Taking this as my cue, I lowered my head, but as my lips brushed her mouth, she said, “In your dreams, Bailey Cooper.”
With that, she pushed off me, standing up and walking her pretty ass all the way up to the damn house. She didn’t so much as glance back, but if she did, she would’ve seen me sitting in the dirt like a damn dog.
She was right on the mark. My dreams were always about her.
27
Lettie
The warm water washed over me, easing a bit of the ache in my muscles. All of the heavy lifting and bending over from the past week was catching up to me. Every night when I crawled into bed, my body would throb until I fell into a dead sleep, not waking until morning, when we’d do it all again.
We were on track to have the barn finished by winter thanks to Brandy’s help, despite Reed trying to bully her into resting her hand. I wasn’t sure if I could consider the way they treated each other as tough love. It was more like extreme torment at this point. Sometimes, it got to the point where I thought they might murder each other.
After washing my hair and body, I turned off the water, stepping out to wrap a towel around me. My mother’s cooking wafted down the hall into my room, causing my stomach togrowl. Leaving my hair wet, I threw on a pair of black leggings and an old t-shirt, then made my way to the kitchen.
Chatter filled the house as it usually did, but it wasn’t until I heard a specific deep voice that I stopped in my tracks. I listened, unable to believe my ears. Rushing the rest of the way down the hall, I came around the corner to find Beckham standing in the kitchen, beer in hand, laughing with my brothers.
“Beckham!” I ran towards him, throwing myself at him as he turned around. He took a step back to steady himself as I wrapped my arms around his torso.
“Hey, Lettie.” He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me to his chest.
“I didn’t know you were coming home,” I said into his shirt.
He chuckled. “Figured I’d surprise you guys.”
I pulled back, releasing my grip on him.
“That’s not true. He just missed my cooking,” my mom piped in from the stove.
Lennon lightly punched him on the shoulder. “Mama’s boy, huh?”
“Oh, shut up. As if you all aren’t. I’m the only one who doesn’t still live at home.”
A chorus of “hey’s” sprung up from Callan, Lennon, Reed, and Bailey.
I laughed. “You all act like that’s true. Reed and Bailey are the only ones who still live at home.”
