“Sorry to leave the fun, but some of us have work to do in the morning. Ranching is a 24/7 deal,” Maurice stood, holding his hand out for Brooke.
“We know what’s really going on,” Tucker said with innuendo in his voice.
Both Mo and Brooke blushed.
“Thank goodness I got you two together, eh?” Tucker finished.
“Thank goodness,” Brooke said, bending over and kissing Tucker on the cheek. I wondered if they’d ever been a thing before. They looked perfect together; both crazy attractive and both had open and friendly personalities. Plus, they had a familiarity with each other that was unusual between a man and woman. At least here in conservative, traditional Salvation. Maybe it was different in Chicago.
“We should go too,” Wyatt said standing with Sinclair.
“You know, I’m a bit tuckered, myself. Growing babies is tiring,” Trina said.
I wish I knew, I thought. At this rate, I’d never have kids. Meredith was right, my biological clock was ticking down.
“Can we give you a lift home?” Wyatt asked Trina.
“Nah, I can drive. I’m not liquored up like y’all are.” She walked over to the bar and Ryder stepped from behind it, giving her a kiss and whispering something in her ear. I wondered if any of them realized all those little gestures they did for each other that showed how much they loved one another? I wanted to say I missed that, but I hadn’t really had that with Rick. He was kind and helpful, but not particularly affectionate.
“I guess it?
?s just us,” Becky said with her usual laugh bringing me back to the group.
“The three musketeers,” Karen held up her glass, her drink sloshing a bit as she did.
“There’s four of us,” Becky said, her words slightly slurred.
“He can be D’Artagnan,” Becky said. “The young hard-headed buck.”
“Are you hard-headed,” I asked.
“I’m hard.” His gaze held mine and again fire blasted through me.
But clearly, I’d had one too many as I reached over and poked his temple with my finger.
His eyes flared with wild heat. “Not there.”
“What’s he saying,” Becky bellowed across the table.
“He’s not hard headed,” Karen responded.
For a moment, he and I just stared at each other. His expression was filled with sensual delights. God, I wanted what those dark eyes were promising.
He finally broke the gaze-off, and took a sip of his beer. “So, I want to know the school gossip.”
“Like what?” Becky said.
“Like who’s sleeping with who?” He cast a glance at me.
I took another drink, forgetting that his sexual prowess was impervious to liquid coolant.
“Josh Fields slept with the entire first and second grade teachers,” Becky said.
“He was fired,” Karen added.
Tucker blinked. “For sleeping with teachers?”
“Nah. At the time, one of the second-grade teachers was married to the district superintendent,” Karen said.