Brokedown Cowboy. Maisey Yates
Sadie asked.
“It’s like you don’t know us at all,” Jack said.
“I’m on board with your choice of menu for the evening,” Liss said, sitting down at the table across from Jack and immediately snagging a beer from the Ducks bucket. “I require carbs, cheese and grease to deal with my mood.”
“I’m sure Jake will take a look at your car,” Connor said, referencing Copper Ridge’s new mechanic. Jake was still building a client base, and he was counting on word of mouth to help do that.
“Probably. But I don’t really want to go begging for free work. Anyway, as long as it’s a minor issue I can afford to deal with it. But I am not in a position to buy a new car.”
Jack snorted. “Who is?”
“Probably you,” Liss said.
Jack just shrugged. Jack might be in the position but Connor certainly wasn’t. Not with his barn reduced to ash and charred ranch equipment. Though, truly, he supposed that was a fixable problem. But somehow, every time he went to fix the paperwork the insurance place had sent over, he got distracted and ended up doing something else. So the changes never got made. And the paperwork never got fixed. And his bank account stayed empty. And his barn stayed ash.
Damn, he needed a beer.
He took one out of the bucket and rested the bottle against the corner of the table, pulling it down as he slammed his hand on the top of it.
“Show-off,” Sadie said.
He shrugged. “Yeah, I just figured I’d put all my skills out there tonight. Putting frozen food in the oven, popping beer tops without a bottle opener. I’m a badass.”
“A superepic one,” Liss said, taking a drink of her beer. “And after I’ve had this entire bottle, and possibly another, I might even upgrade you.”
“To what?” he asked.
“Superepic rock-star badass.”
“I like that. But I think cowboy should be in there somewhere.”
Jack winked. “You’re not a real cowboy, though, Connor. When was the last time you rode a bucking bronco?”
“No, asshole, you’re confused. You’re not a real cowboy. You just play one in the ring,” Connor said.
Sadie started humming “Rhinestone Cowboy,” and Connor decided he liked her a little more than he had a few moments ago.
The oven timer went off and Connor crossed the living room and went to the kitchen, getting some hot pads and taking the bread and pizza out of the oven. The pizza rolls were sitting in a ball on the counter, and he stacked the pan laden with the real pizza on top of the bowl and carried the tray of bread in his other hand, taking it all into the dining area.
He set the food down in front of Liss and Jack, and Sadie gleefully reached for a plate, hovering near the bowl of pizza rolls.
“Next time, I promise to bake something,” Sadie said. “Quiche. That might elevate this a little bit.” Although her expression said she didn’t really mind slumming it with their subpar pizzas.
“Sure, Sadie, you could do that,” Connor said.
The door opened again, and Kate burst through it, followed by Eli, who was still in his uniform. Everything a stranger might want to know about his two younger siblings was conveyed by the way they walked into his house. Kate was exuberant, her footsteps loud, her grin irrepressible. Eli’s steps were measured, cautious. And when he saw Sadie, the slow, subtle smile that spread across his features expressed a depth of happiness that made Connor’s bones hurt.
That had been him once. At least, that was how he remembered it.
When he’d walked into a room, there had been only one place his eyes had gone. Jessie. She had been his focal point, his North Star, from the time he was eighteen years old. And then suddenly, she was just gone.
And so was his star.
He cleared his throat and took another drink of beer. There was no point in following that train of thought. No point in thinking about her at all. Except it was hard on nights like this. On the one hand, he depended on these get-togethers. They were his one opportunity to smile. To laugh. But when everyone was together like this, it was impossible to ignore the fact that it wasn’t everyone. And it never would be again. Jessie had always sat next to him when they played poker. And sometimes she cheated, and he pretended he didn’t notice.
He hadn’t played a hand since without wishing she was there to look at his cards.
Still, it was better than drinking alone.
Liss sat next to him now. And he figured if he couldn’t be with his wife, he should be right near his best friend.
Eli winced and reached into his jacket pocket, producing a vibrating cell phone. He let out a long-suffering sigh. “I’ve got to take this. Campaign stuff.”
“It’s fine,” Sadie said, answering for all of them.
“I’ll turn it off for the game.”
“It’s fine,” Connor reiterated.
Eli waved a hand and walked back outside, the phone pressed to his ear. Sadie was smiling dreamily after him.
“He’s so sexy when he’s doing political stuff,” she said.
Connor and Kate groaned. Then Kate moved farther into the room, offering her greetings.
“Hey, Jack. Hey, Sadie, Liss,” she said, walking over to the table and taking a big piece of pizza off the pan, not bothering to use a plate. No greeting for him, but whatever. That was what younger sisters were for. “Did you sort out the rental situation?”
It took him a moment to realize that Kate had directed the question at Liss. “What rental situation?” he asked.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize you hadn’t told everyone,” Kate said, her expression sheepish.
Liss looked slightly embarrassed. “Oh, no, it’s not a big deal. Anyway, no, not yet. But I will.”
“Wait a second, what rental thing? Is something happening with your house, Liss?” Connor asked, feeling annoyed now, because his little sister knew something about his best friend that he didn’t.
Liss let out an exasperated breath. “I’m dealing, Connor. Put away your duct tape and superglue. You don’t need to fix this.”
He almost opened his mouth to say he hadn’t offered to fix a damn thing. Because it was true; he hadn’t. He hadn’t offered to fix a damn thing in years.
There was no one around to complain if he didn’t. So sinks stayed leaky, windows stayed drafty and...well, he got drunk while his friend was having a problem, and motherfucker, he didn’t like that at all.
“Well, maybe I want to fix it if I can,” he said.
“That’s nice of you, Connor, but I don’t think you can. Unfortunately, I’m uncovering a lot of damage Marshall did to my credit when he took off a couple of years ago. Some of it was obvious and came to my attention pretty quickly. Some of it has been less so. There were other credit cards, an additional car loan, plus what I already knew about. Basically, even with the credit bureaus correcting some of it, I can’t get a new rental easily. And now that my landlord is selling...”
“That’s not fair!” Kate said around a mouthful of pizza. “Most everybody here knows you, Liss. And a lot of us knew Marshall. So we kind of know he was an ass.”
“If you had always known that, Kate, you might have let me in on it,” Liss said, smiling ruefully.
“I think I did tell you that,” Connor said through clenched teeth. “Repeatedly.”
Liss tightened her lips into