Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(46)

Dalton. They all gave Keely a rash of shit before bellying up to the bar. He handed

Colt a Coke. Then he set out the beer and popped the tops.


“Man, how do you remember everyone’s favorite beer?” Dalton asked.


“Must be the time he’s spending in the bar in Gillette,” Cord said. “Do you have an

owner’s stake in it?”


I wish. “Nope. Cody and Trace own it. I help out when I can, but I mostly just hang

out.”


“I don’t see why you don’t hang out in the bars around here,” Dalton said.


“Because the bars around here suck, dumbass.” Tell took a drink of his Coors.


“Maybe sometime me’n Tell will head that way since you like the place so much.”



Dalton had been saying that for a while, so Ben shrugged it off. “You should.”


“Besides, I’ll bet it ain’t your buddies that’re holding your interest. Got a woman

stashed there?”


He looked at Kade, standing next to Colby, and blatantly changed the subject. “Rielle

mentioned seeing Skylar last week. She said Sky had been sick. Is that why you weren’t

around?”


Kade nodded. “Some flu thing. I’m just damn glad the girls and I didn’t get it.” He

knocked on the wooden bar top.


“You sure the sickness wasn’t from Sky being pregnant?” Cam said slyly.


“Fuck off, lawman. Some of us know when to say when.”


“And some of us not so much,” Colby muttered.


“No way. Channing is pregnant again?” Kane asked.


“God no.” Colby also knocked on wood.


“Libby ain’t pregnant either,” Quinn offered.


“Ditto for Indy.”


“Add AJ to the not list,” Cord said.


“Did this conversation have a point?” Tell demanded. “Or all you gonna whip out baby

pics next?”


“Yeah, cause you don’t have a picture of your nephew Landon in yours,” Keely

inserted.


“We’re just tryin’ to figure out who’s pregnant,” Kane said. “Cause at least one

woman in this family is always knocked up.”


All eyes zoomed to Brandt.


“What the hell? Jessie’s not pregnant.”


A beat passed. Then all everyone turned and looked at Keely.


She bristled. “What did I do now?”


“We’re just wondering…” Colt drawled.


“If you’ve got a bun in the oven?” Cord finished.


“I’ve got a whole package of them right here.” Keely whipped a roll at Cord’s head.

“Jerk.” Then she pegged Colt with one. “Asshole. You telling me I look fat?”


“Put away the dinner rolls, Nolan Ryan. We ain’t sayin’ you look fat. We’re just

tryin’ to figure out who Ma is knitting the new baby blanket for.”


“Not me. Jesus. Jack and I have only been married a year. And after I saw AJ in labor

with Beau?” She shuddered. “Maybe never.”


“Oh, it wasn’t that bad.”


Keely threw another roll at Cord. “Not that bad? Didn’t AJ threaten to cut off your