Turn Over

He eyed my jeans and T-shirt with annoyance when I emerged from the shadows of the garage.

It was early. I didn’t like mornings. I’d already worn a monkey suit in the past twenty-four hours. What did he expect?

“Shut up. It’s a PR guy, not the president.” I pulled open the truck door, slid into the seat, and fastened the seatbelt over my chest.

As usual my manager wore a dark suit. His hair was styled and I noticed a leather tote in the seat behind him on the floorboard. Linc was willing to suck up to people when I wasn’t. Our jobs were well-suited for each of us.

He put the truck in drive and we drove off the ranch toward Austin.

“What do you know about this Charlie fucker?” he asked.

“Not a damn thing.” The longhorns stood sleepily grazing grass in the fields.

“Helpful.” He smirked. “I don’t know what we’re walking into with this meeting.”

I tried to stretch my legs forward.

“I know what it is. Bullshit.” I pulled a pair of sunglasses over my eyes. I’d gotten minimal sleep and if anyone looked directly at me they’d be able to tell. Management forced me to go to that auction. My bloodshot eyes were on them.

“How was the charity deal? You never called me back.”

“Oh, that? Went well.”

Linc switched the station. “Seems like the children have a new benefactor. Read the press release the hospital sent out.”

“They mentioned my donations?” I scratched the back of my head. I wondered exactly how detailed the information had been. I hadn’t thought about it since Alexa showed up at my door. One taste of her and everything before was a distant memory.

“Hell, they said the Warriors’ quarterback was the night’s most generous donor. Didn’t know you had it in you.” He looked at me sideways, keeping one eye on the road.

“Coach wanted me to throw some money out there. So I did. That motherfucker is probably smiling over his cup of coffee this morning reading about it.”

“Uh-huh.” Linc’s lips twitched. “And I saw the Lexi Wilde pictures. How was the concert?”

I nodded. “Pretty good.”

“She’s hot as shit. Did you meet her? Did you get her number for me?”

I gave my brother a sharp cutting glare. “Since when do you like chick music?”

“Since the chick looks like that. What did you talk to her or something?”

“Yeah, when she rolled out of my bed this morning.” If Linc had any interest in Alexa, I needed to shut that shit down right now. She was mine.

“Bastard,” he muttered. “It’s like some kind of gift. No matter who the woman is she’s going to end up right where you want her.”

I grinned, thinking of all the places Alexa had been in my bed. Hot as shit didn’t begin to describe her perfect ass and tits.

“You gotta tell me how that happened.”

Yeah, I was the kind of guy who fucked and told, especially if there was competition. I was a territorial bastard.

“I saw her after the concert. We started talking. I gave her my number and she came over.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Simple as that.”

“Simple as that? She’s the damn sweetheart of country music. And you fucked her.” He groaned. “I should have gone with you.”

“Why? So you could have had a chance?”

I laughed so hard I snorted.