Lost Love (Cowboys & Angels 1)

“Wow. Mitchell’s not wasting any time is he?” I said with a chuckle.

Trevor laughed. “She’s hot as hell, and I’m afraid she’s got Mitchell’s eye as well as Tripp’s.”

I glanced over to Cord. “Really?”

Trevor sighed. “Yeah, the two of them were arguing over her all the way back to the ranch. I was fucking sick of hearing about your friend by the time we got back.”

Resting my chin on my hand, I asked, “What were they arguing about?”

“Who got to go after her.”

“Seriously? Go after her? What does that even mean?”

“It means they both like her. So if they both like her, they have to figure out who is going to go after her and who isn’t. Brother code and all.”

I laughed. “Brother code? Seriously? Y’all have that?”

Trevor made a martini and gave me a serious face. “Fuck yes, we have that. Dicks before chicks, especially when the dicks are related.”

There was no way I could hide my smile even if I wanted to. “They do know I’ll kill them if either one of them hurts her. Corina’s not a stick and leave kind of girl. She doesn’t do random hook ups.”

Trevor smirked. “Yeah, I got that impression, and that’s the reason I backed out right away. Not worth it for me.”

“You’re still young.”

He winked. “Fuck yeah, I am and I like pussy way too much to settle with just one.”

I should have winced, but this was Trevor Parker. All the Parker boys talked that way. Even Steed. The countless times he’d whispered dirty things into my ear nearly drove me over the edge. Yet, at the same time they treated woman like princesses. Whether it was a girlfriend or a random hookup. At least, that’s what I had heard. They also spoiled their sisters and would die to protect them.

Oh yes, the Parker brothers were a rare breed. Smart, strong, sexy, and not afraid of anyone.

The guy next to me laughed, pulling me from my thoughts. Trevor set a drink in front of him and moved down the bar to help someone else.

The guy lifted his drink and drank it almost in one go. Narrowing my eyes, I tried to place him. I’d seen him before, but I couldn’t think where. He must have felt my stare because he turned to me. My cheeks heated, and I gave him a polite grin.

When he smiled back, I couldn’t help but notice how nice it was. Then his eyes roamed my body, and I focused back on watching Trevor behind the bar.

“You’re not tired, Trev? I mean working on the ranch all day and then coming here?”

He laughed. “Nope. Cord does it too.”

“Yeah, but you work on the ranch full-time right?”

Nodding, he replied, “Yep. It’s been nice having Steed back. I can tell he’s trying to get back into the swing of things, but the extra hands are nice.”

Cue the guilt. Steed’s plans were to go to college for business management and then come back and start learning the business end of the ranch. I wondered if that was still his plan.

“Does it bother your dad that not all the boys are involved with the ranch like you are?” I asked while taking another drink.

Trevor handed one of the waitresses a few drinks and looked at me. “I don’t think so. I mean, they all still come and work. He gets that they all had their own dreams they wanted to follow. But for me, the ranch is what I breathe. Nothing will take me away from it.”

“Why do you work here?”

Trevor stopped and studied me. “Seriously, Paxton?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned against the counter and tossed a white rag over his shoulder. A cocky grin moving across his handsome face. “Free beer and endless pussy. Need I say more?”

Little Trevor who used to run around and chase the chickens was now all grown up and talking about pussy and beer.

I snarled. “No, you don’t need to say anymore.”

When I glanced over my shoulder, Corina and Mitchell were spinning around the dance floor, and she was laughing.

“At least one of us is having fun,” I mumbled under my breath.

Finishing my beer, I held it up for Trevor to give me another. The guy who was sitting a few seats down stared so hard I shot him a look. He smiled, and I returned the gesture.

Corina’s voice filled my thoughts. “Harmless flirting will do us good.”

“You’re not from here,” I stated.

His eyes lit up. “No. Here on business.”

Okay, he was cute. Really cute. Maybe some harmless flirting was what I needed to forget about Steed for a bit.

“You?” he asked.

I laughed. “Born, raised, and will most likely die here.”

He got up and moved to the seat next to me. Sticking his hand out, he flashed me that nice smile of his, but this time it was wider and showed a dimple on his right cheek. “Mike Ryan.”