Lyric raised her eyebrow. Sometimes he felt as though he knew how his twin sister was feeling, and sometimes he didn’t. She got him more often than he got her. She used to say it was because he didn’t try.
“I should find a place for us to live, but I wouldn’t know where to start. I mean, should I look here, or near Monument?”
“I have a few ideas ’bout that. We can talk about it over dinner. Okay?”
Yeah, that sounded good. Sometimes he felt as though Lyric was a decade older than him. She had her shit together in a way he doubted he ever would.
“I got the place in Palmer Lake to myself, with Bree and Jace married,” Lyric began once they were seated and Grey was settled in a high chair. “Payin’ the rent isn’t an issue for me. In fact, I’m thinkin’ of askin’ Paige and Mark if they’d consider sellin’ it to me.”
Paige and Mark were Bree’s parents, and Lyric had been renting the house near the lake from them for a couple of years. Originally she and Blythe were going to live there together. Blythe was Bree’s sister, who was now married to Tucker, Jace’s twin brother. Just thinking about how many overlaps there were in the Rice family made Bullet’s head hurt.
“If you get a place here in Crested Butte, I could stay with you. Then, when you’re in Monument, you could stay with me.”
“Havin’ me and Grey livin’ with you won’t cramp your style?”
“What style? Come on, Bullet. All I got time for, right now, is chasin’ my dreams. Gotta stay focused to shine bright, ya know.”
He did know, and he wasn’t very good at it. Not like she was.
“Your problem is you think too much with the wrong part of your anatomy.” She fisted her hand and knocked the side of his head. “You got a good brain in here, bud. You’re as smart as I am, maybe smarter. But instead, you’re too busy chasin’ skirts and breedin’ babies.”
His sister was right, but he wished she wouldn’t put it that way. He was already feeling bad enough about himself after his run-in with Tristan that morning.
“It’ll be all right,” Lyric said and hugged him. “You’re in a good place now, with good people. All you gotta do is put a plan together, and then stick to it. Don’t let yourself get sidetracked with stuff that don’t matter.”
“Like chasin’ skirts?”
“Exactly. Now, tell me, what’s your dream, Bullet?”
“You know what it is.”
“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. Tell me your dream. Say it out loud. And then tell me how much you want it. From there we’ll figure out how to start makin’ it happen.”
Bullet loved his sister’s positive attitude. She was a lot like their parents, that way. They focused on what was in front of them and rarely looked back.
“Okay, here it is. My dream is to be a world champion bull rider.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard. What do you have to do to make it happen?”
“Get on bulls.”
“Simple, right?”
Bullet looked at Grey sitting in the high chair next to him. “Not simple at all.”
“Lots of bull riders have kids.”
“I don’t know of any whose kids don’t have a mama.”
“Maybe not, but how many of ’em have a twin sister?”
Bullet didn’t think that was really the same thing, but it made him smile anyway.
“So, how much do you want it?”
“More than anything.”
“Anything?”