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Holding up my hands in surrender, I slowly back away. “Just a suggestion.” Delilah came to us a few years ago after running away from home. She’s Maverick’s younger cousin on his mom’s side.
“Him and Delilah? Since when?”
I shrug, pressing the grimace on my face down. “You’d have to ask them.”
“Are y’all done gossiping like a bunch of schoolgirls or can we get some work done?” Colt gripes as he walks by, his shoulder loaded with a bag of feed.
“We ain’t fucking gossiping,” Mav mutters under his breath. I fail to hold my smile as we walk to the back of the truck, grabbing the rest of the bags.
He grunts when he grabs two, and I roll my eyes.
“Also, we were late because some smokeshow of a woman is going around town asking about your dad,” I say.
Mav loses his footing at my words, and Colt shouts, running to keep him from falling. “What the fuck you just say?” Mav growls out.
Colt glances between us and swears. “God damn it, Brooks. Why can’t you just keep your mouth shut for once?”
“I didn’t know it was a secret,” I say with raised hands, hiding my grin.
Colt steps toward me, and Mav pushes the feed bag into his chest to hold.
“What do you mean she was asking for my dad?” Mav asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I didn’t get any details. Ask Colt.”
Mav turns toward the man, who is already walking away, and we follow him into the barn. Dallas is mucking out the stalls when I leave Colt and Mav to talk.
He looks up at me with a furrowed brow. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you found where your parents hid all the presents before Christmas morning.” He wipes his sweaty forehead with his bicep, pushing away the longish black hair hanging down in his face.
Glancing over my shoulder, I move closer to him. “There’s a new omega in town. Colt met her yesterday at the bar. She’s the one. I feel a tug toward her, and he’s obviously intrigued.”
Dallas perks up, his blue eyes twinkling. “When you say she’s the one, you mean you think she’s for us? You know he thinks the idea of a pack is ridiculous.”
I scoff. “I know, but that’s his problem. Just because he grew up with only a beta mother doesn’t mean there isn’t an advantage to packs.”
He nods. “You don’t have to convince me, brother. I just know if you think she’s the one and Colt is already attracted, it’s going to be a two-sided battle to get him there.”
Helping him shuffle some new hay into the stall, I think on it before pausing in front of Dallas. “What if he sees the connection between us?”
“All of us? Like irrefutable proof kind of thing? We’d have to pray the omega is interested in us as well,” Dallas says, nodding.
I shrug. “If she isn’t, then that’s that and we drop the idea of a pack. But if she is…”
Dallas grins with bright excitement. I know that since he stopped joining his twin brother, Duke, on the rodeo circuit, he’s been more interested in settling down. Most men on the ranch shudder at the idea of a wife and kids, but Dallas fantasizes about it.
“How do you feel about convincing Colt to get a drink after work?” I ask, moving to clap him on the shoulder. The man may be in charge, but most of us have learned quickly how to ease our ways around Colt. If there’s one thing for certain, convincing the man an idea is his own is a sure way to make it happen.
CHAPTER 5
KINSEY
Tracy’s eyes drag up and down my body, her bright red lips smacking as she chews on her gum. “May I?” she asks, waving at my shirt.
I glance down, confused. “Uh. Sure.”
