Page 79 of Spur of the Moment
My home and Lettie Bronson.
Together.
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Shifting my Chevy into park, I killed the engine and hopped out.
“Hungover?” Reed called from where he was bent over a horse’s back hoof.
I chuckled, smiling down at the ground as I fixed my hat. Not even a foot out of my truck and I was already getting shit for being late.
I wasn’t sure if Lettie wanted me to tell Reed or not, so I kept my mouth shut about last night.
“Had a lot to do at my parents’ place,” I said, closing the distance between us and leaning against the outside wall of the barn as he straightened, setting the horse's leg down.
“You need any help over there?” he asked, grabbing the file from his bag in the dirt next to him.
“Nah, I think we’ve got it handled. You guys need anything for winter for the rescues?”
He shrugged before bending over and grabbing the horse's ankle, propping his hoof against his leg. “Brandy should know. She’s been writing everything down on that damn notepad.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What’d the notepad do to you?”
He sighed as he filed at the hoof. “She should be resting her hand, not going around like a mad woman taking inventory.”
I crossed my arms, shifting my weight to my other boot. “It needs to get done.”
He set the hoof back on the ground, tossing the file on top of his bag as he stood up straight again. “There’s five other people always around that can do inventory. Over thirty volunteers who can do it themselves. Yet she insists.”
“Brandy’s a workaholic,” I pointed out. “On the bright side, at least she’s not dealing with that gray.”
He brushed his hands off on his leather chaps. “I'm not letting her near that thing. I don’t know why you let Lettie bring him home.”
I frowned. “I’m not going to be the one to tell your sister no.”
“You scared of her, Cooper?” Reed snorted.
“Something like that,” I mumbled.
I wouldn’t say scared. More like infatuated and willing to give her anything she ever wanted.
“The barn’s looking good,” he said, changing the subject.
“Yeah, it’s almost done. Should only take a little more and it’ll look good as new.”
He grabbed his bag of supplies, then walked around to the passenger seat of his truck, tossing the bag on the seat. “You guys made good progress.”
I thought back to the times we got little work done in that barn and fought the smile that pulled at my lips.
Teasing Lettie was my favorite pastime activity.
“Yeah, we sure did.” I kicked at the dirt before pushing offthe wall.
“Dad's making dinner tonight if you don’t already have dinner plans,” he offered.
I snorted. “I never have dinner plans.”
Well, minus last night. I’d make Lettie a fancy dinner every night if it ended with us in my bed the way we did. Just thinking of her body under me had my dick getting hard.
