Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(47)

big swinging dick filled with demon seed if she ever saw it again?”


Cord smirked. “She didn’t mean it, trust me.”


“Kiss and make up with your big swinging dick, did she?” Colt said with a snicker.


More laughter broke out.


“How did we get on this subject anyway? I was hoping there’d be no baby talk for a

change,” Dalton complained.


“We got on the subject because my brother was avoiding your question about the women

keeping his interest in Gillette,” Quinn said.


Ben scowled at him.


“Or maybe he only wants us to think that. Maybe he really has his eye on a woman

closer to home,” Keely tossed out.


Thanks a f*ckload, Keely.


Quinn’s beer bottle stopped halfway to his mouth. “Ah hell. I should’ve seen that

one comin’.”


“I’m confused,” Ben said. “Should’ve seen what one comin’?”


“Not what, who. You know, your hot, sexy, single neighbor, Rielle Wetzler?” Keely

added, “How’s she doin’ with that bed and breakfast? I don’t ever hear anything

about it, which can’t be good.”


Dalton stood. “Count me out of the conversation when it comes to the Wetzler girls.”


“And count me out of the conversation where you guys are tryin’ to marry off the last

of us single McKays,” Tell said. “We like livin’ the carefree bachelor life.”


Ben noticed his married cousins exchanging smug looks after he, Dalton and Tell high-

fived.


“Nothin’ goin’ on between me and Rielle. We’re friends. I’ve built some furniture

for her. Done some repairs at the B&B. She keeps an eye on my dogs when I’m gone. Just

normal neighborly stuff. Plus, she’s at least ten years older than me.”


Cord grinned. “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number. Trust me.”


“Maybe she does all that stuff because she wants to be more than just friends. You

should ask her out,” Cam suggested.


“You might even get to put one of the beds you made her to good use,” Quinn teased.


“Very f*cking funny.”


“Ooh. Someone’s sensitive.”


Male laughter erupted.


He snapped, “We watchin’ bull riding or didja bring nail polish so we could give each

other manicures while we gossip?”


Keely rang a cowbell in the kitchen. “Come and get it!”


While plates were being filled, Ben shooed his dogs outside and turned on VERSUS. Once

everyone was settled, Ben brought another round of beer before he fixed a plate for

himself. He looked around, glad his cousins had put their differences aside and not

only worked together, but could hang out together occasionally. They were all too

hotheaded and stubborn for their working relationship to always be sunshine and roses,

but at least that relationship wasn’t combative day in and day out.


A collective groan rippled through the room when a bull stomped the crap out of a rider

’s leg.


Low stakes betting didn’t last more than ten riders because Tell won all rounds. Being

a PRCA rough stock judge was an advantage.