Love Profound (Cowboys & Angels 2)

A million things ran through my mind. When did Wade get to the house? What about the girl he’d left the bar with? Maybe they had sex and that was it. Maybe he just left her. Would Wade do something like that?

Wade Adams had managed to do what no other man had ever done: gave me a sleepless night filled with one question after another.

I walked into the kitchen and stopped when I saw Wade sitting next to Trevor. He glanced up and smiled. The way my stomach dipped surprised me.

“Good morning,” I said with a grin.

“Morning, sis,” Trevor said.

I could feel Wade’s eyes as I made my way over to the coffee maker.

“How did you sleep?” Wade asked.

I glanced at him over my shoulder. Did he know I’d stayed up half the night?

“I slept like a baby,” I replied with a fake smile.

Trevor pointed toward the stove with his fork. “Mom made some potatoes and eggs. Grab ‘em while they’re still hot.”

After making up a plate, I sat back down, the weight of Wade’s stare still heavy. “You sounded amazing last night,” I said as I sipped my coffee.

“Thanks. I didn’t realize how much I missed singing.”

“You could be making millions, especially if you had let me be your manager like I said.” Trevor huffed.

Wade chuckled. “Manage a country singer and a ranch. How would you make that happen?”

Trevor shrugged. “I’d manage. Can you imagine the endless puss—“He stopped talking and looked at me. “Sorry, sis.”

Instead of responding to Trevor, I turned my attention on Wade. “You had a bit of a little fan club last night.”

Wade nodded, but his eyes grew intense. Like he was trying to read me.

“Speaking of fans, who was the little blonde you left with?” Trevor asked, causing my fork to freeze mid-air.

“I didn’t leave with her.”

“You walked out of Cord’s Place with her,” I added. Trevor looked over at me with a surprised look on his face.

I wanted to crawl under the table. The way it came off made me sound like a jealous girlfriend. I didn’t want to draw Trevor’s attention to even the slightest feelings I might have for Wade.

Which I didn’t. At least, I didn’t think I did.

Wade leaned back in his chair and tossed his napkin on the table. “Lacy was her name.”

I found myself holding my breath. At least he remembered her name.

“I met her a few days ago. She works at Ace Hardware.”

I couldn’t help myself. I lifted my brow and said, “Seems like you’ll fit in good with my brothers.”

Wade’s forehead pinched. “What do you mean?”

I’d lost my appetite. “Nothing,” I mumbled as I cleared my plate in the trash and rinsed it.

Trevor laughed. “She’s calling you a manwhore, dude.”

“If the shoe fits,” I said with a wink. I was trying not to let it bother me that Wade had had a one-night stand—then carried me up to my bed like a gentleman. Ugh. To think I stayed up practically all night trying to talk myself out of having feelings for him.

“Well, maybe you should have let me finish my story. Lacy’s husband texted her and said their truck battery was dead. I happened to be standing there and offered to help. We used my truck to jumpstart theirs. After we got it running, I took off and came back here.”

The defensive tone in his voice had me wishing I could take back the last few minutes and start over.

I swallowed hard. “That was nice of you.”

Trevor stood and grabbed his plate and Wade’s. “That’s Wade for ya. Always helping people out.”

I smiled and my eyes caught Wade’s. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

He stood, grabbed his cowboy hat and nodded. “No worries. Trevor, I’m going to take that soil sample on in and have it tested.”

Trevor gave Wade a nod. “Sure. Hey, when you come back, you mind helping me vaccinate those goats?”

“Nah, I don’t mind. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“San Antonio.” Wade didn’t even bother to look over as he answered and that bothered the hell out of me.

I had no idea what came over me, but I asked, “Mind if I tag along?”

Trevor turned and stared.

Wade didn’t bother to even look my way. “If you want. I’m only dropping off a soil sample.”

“If you don’t want the company, I totally understand. I just figured if you’re heading that way, I might be able to stop at a print shop that has an order of swag for me.”

“Swag?” Wade asked.

Trevor laughed. “Yeah, like pens with her book covers on it. Shit like that.”

“It’s not shit, Trevor.”

“I don’t mind you tagging along,” Wade said. “I have to make another stop if you’re not in a huge rush to get back.”

With a smile, I shook my head. “Nope, not in a hurry at all.”