Page 35 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
“What? It’s great advice.”
“Sure, if you want to issue a challenge and start a fight. I was damn near an adult before someone finally explained that to me.”
He laughed with a big shit-eating grin on his face.
I shoved him. “You suck.”
“Fifty-fifty chance they’ll back down.”
I shook my head. “You’re an ass.”
“Took you this long to figure that out? Come on.”
Begrudgingly I let him drag me into the bar only to find Kenneth and Tim waiting for us along with Cruz, Ridge, and Travis.
I shot Oliver a look.
He shrugged. “They’re worried about you.”
I groaned. “Keep those drinks coming.”
The guys were eyeing me closely.
“We didn’t let Wyatt ride her,” Travis blurted out.
Cruz rolled his eyes. “Took us two hours longer to get everything done today because we were down a man.”
“He couldn’t have ridden any other horse?”
I scowled. He was goading me and I knew it.
Someone nearby snickered and pointed.
“What’s your problem?” Ridge asked them.
“Yeah, mind your own business,” Travis added.
“Thanks guys.”
“It’s cool. And I’m really sorry about before,” Cruz said. “It wasn’t my place to doubt you.”
I sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe you were right.”
“So, she’s not your mate?”
“Hell if I know. Her scent has changed. I’m not going crazy. I swear, it changed. It’s different now and my wolf isn’t reacting the same, so I don’t really know what the hell is happening to me. I’m just gonna keep on drinking until something makes sense.”
The guys all raised their glasses as we clanked them together than slammed them back. I savored the heat that ran down my throat and warmed me from the inside.
These were my brothers, not just the ones I was born into but the ones I chose as well. They could ride my ass, poke fun all they wanted, but no way in hell would they let anyone else. I was damn lucky to have them.
I picked up another glass and slammed it back.
After two more, Ridge was starting to worry.
“Slow down there, killer. It’s still early.”
“I’m not going to last long,” I admitted.
