Heap of Trouble (Trouble, Tennessee 2)

“Holy shit!” Harley ducked.

Gabe was surprised Harley didn’t drop and roll. An explosion rocked the earth and a shot of dark smoke darted above the trees as if it had been blown there on purpose.

“Well, Gabe, here it is, man. That fucked-up climatic turning point of the story where everything goes to hell.”

Chapter Three

“If I thought there might be a few illicit rewards waiting at the end of this dirt-strewn rainbow, then I wouldn’t mind the hike but—”

Bradley cleared his throat and thrust his hand up in the air. “As Heather’s brother, I have to ask. What sort of illicit rewards are you talking about here?”

Justin looked perplexed. “Sorry, dude.”

“No problem. I didn’t think you were hiking these hills because you love my company.”

“No, but I love your sister.”

“That’s what I hear.” He glanced at Curt. “From both of you.”

“What are you talking about?” Justin shot Curt a glare. “What’s he talking about?”

“Thanks, bud,” Curt grumbled. “This is exactly how I wanted to spend my afternoon.”

Bradley shrugged. “I’ll keep the peace until it comes to Heather’s relationships and then all bets are off.”

“I’ll say. The Heather I know wouldn’t let her brother meddle in her business,” Curt said.

“I’m serious.”

Curt started to ask him where the brotherly love was when he’d turned his back on her recently. Instead, he asked, “Why’s that? Don’t answer me. I can figure it all out. You share your woman and because you do, you think everyone else ought to play well with others too?”

“Something like that.”

Justin caught up to them. “Mind if I ask you a question?”

“Why do I have the feeling you’ll ask whether I mind or not?”

“What’s it like?” Justin didn’t waste any time.

Bradley studied Curt.

“Don’t look at me. You’re the one who hung me on the line here. Go ahead. I want to hear this, too. It’s gotta be all weird and shit the first time you’re in bed with your woman and a few men to boot.”

“Why’s it weird?”

“Want me to say it?” Curt snorted at that. “All right. I’m not too interested in having some fella’s junk in my face.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” Justin pressed.

Bradley grinned like he held the best kept secret close to his chest. “It’s hot as hell.”

“See, I don’t get that,” Justin said.

“What don’t you get?” Bradley asked.

“In Trouble, there are a bunch of you sharing women. From what I’ve heard about you, Allister, Derek, and Ryan....”