All Jacked Up (Rough Riders #8)(60)

“Eventually we pushed her too far. Keely stood up and said the reason no one in our family knew what she’d been up to during her trips to Cheyenne was because we were all a bunch of self-absorbed pricks and hadn’t bothered to ask about her life. We all sort of looked at each other in shock and realized she was right.


“When she wasn’t working at the VA or private hospitals in Cheyenne and Ft. Collins, she was moonlighting on the rodeo circuit as a sports med tech for extra cash. The reason she didn’t have energy to expend on her measly portion of the testosterone ranch was because she was exhausted.”


“Measly portion of the ranch?” Jack repeated.


Carter stopped to sip his beer. “Long, involved legal gibberish I won’t go into.”


But Carter did detail the personal sacrifices Keely made for Cam to get him back on track after his discharge from the army. Putting her schooling on hold, keeping her assorted relatives at bay at Cam’s request, even angering them and shouldering the blame. Jack was beyond stunned, listening to the depth of Keely’s commitment to her family, hearing about her generosity and her determination—to the exclusion of fulfilling her own dreams.


“The hell of it was after we all compared stories, we realized as well as Keely knew all of us, we didn’t know her as an adult at all. That’s what hurt her the worst.”


“I imagine it did.” Jack knocked back the other shot, struggling to control his emotions, mostly his admiration for the woman who acted out of love with no expectation but to be loved in return. It was damn humbling to realize he’d never had that deep connection with any one person, let alone the sheer number of people Keely connected with on a daily basis. The sheer number of people who benefited just from having Keely McKay in their lives.


What would it be like to be on the receiving end of such devotion? Or to have the balls to give it back in return without fear?


“Jack?” Carter prompted. “What’s wrong?”


Everything. “Nothing. Just trying to wrap my head around all this about Keely. AJ didn’t know what she was up to? What about Chassie? Or Ramona?”


“My guess is Ramona knew what Keely was doing. AJ and Chassie are wrapped up in husbands and kids, whereas Ramona is single and probably understands Keely’s drive.”


“So what happened afterward?”


“We groveled. Big time.”


Jack laughed softly. Even when his heart broke a little for the woman who gave so much.


“She cried a lot and called us names, but she forgave us because she’s just that way. Girl’s got a heart as big as Wyoming.” Carter rubbed his chin. “My point is, you are more like her than you realize, Jack.


You both work hard to keep your personal and professional lives separate. I figure she’s entitled to be out every night of the week if it makes up for all the years she didn’t get to have fun.”


“Fun? Weren’t you the one who told me she was such a wild child?”


“In high school,” Carter scoffed. “That was a decade ago. She might’ve mixed it up a little when she first went off to college in Denver, or cut loose when she came home, but her life changed after Cam was injured.”


That made sense. But why hadn’t Keely shared any of this? Didn’t she trust him? Especially after he’d opened up to her about his family issues? He took a deep breath, trying to relieve the tension distorting his muscles. “I appreciate you telling me.”


But Carter wasn’t paying attention to him. His focus was beyond Jack’s shoulder. He muttered,



“Fuck.”


“What?”


“Nothin’. I’m getting tired. Now that we’re done with business we oughta hit the road.”


Jack squinted at the clock. “It’s ten. You don’t have the wife and kids here. I’m not all in for getting shitfaced, but why are you so eager to leave?”


“No reason. Just tired.”


Then Jack knew. Keely was here. The question was: who was she here with? “Where is she?”


“On the dance floor.”


He wished he had another goddamn shot to suck down. “Alone?”


Carter shook his head.


Jack snarled.


Before he bolted, Carter grabbed his forearm. “It’s just her friend Michael. Don’t go after him.”


“It’s not Michael I’m going after.”


“Jack—”


“Don’t wait around.” He tore his arm from Carter’s grip and exited the booth.


Jack didn’t barrel up and pull Keely off the dance floor. He watched from the shadows, planning to ambush her. If she fought, he’d drag her out of the damn bar by her hair.


When had he started giving into his caveman mentality?


The fast song ended. Some crap with too much slide steel guitar and a mournful fiddle started. His ears threatened to bleed. He hated country music. But he wouldn’t stand by and let another man hold his woman.


Jack stalked to the dance floor. The guy with his hands on Keely leapt back.