Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(63)

“What the hell did you do to her, bro?”


Tell raised his head. “This is why I don’t date women from around here. She’ll

probably spit in my damn food.”


“Who is she?” Ben asked.


“Her name tag said Tara if you don’t remember,” Dalton offered.


“Fuck off, Dalton. It ain’t like you don’t have sex amnesia every so often.”


Ben lifted a brow at Tell. “Sex amnesia?”


“You know. Where you have sex with a woman, good sex, memorable sex, but then you can

’t seem to recall her name.”


His cousins stared at him when he didn’t immediately respond. “What?”


“Fuck you, gentleman Ben. You remember the name of every woman you’ve banged?”


They had him there. “Not the ones from way back. But the ones from last month? Hell

yeah.” His gaze momentarily strayed to the back of Ainsley’s head.


Tell gloated. “See, Dalton, I told you he wasn’t a f*ckin’ monk.”


“But that don’t mean he’s a f*ckin’ man-whore like you are,” Dalton shot back.


“Boys. Play nice. So what’s so all-fired important you asked me to come to town?” He

frowned. “Since it was your idea, I ain’t buying your lunch.”


“Cheapskate.”


“Is this about Uncle Casper?”


“No.”


“Then what?”


“We heard you took Rielle to the bank yesterday.”


“Yeah, so?” Then he remembered the conversation on Sunday about Rielle. “Christ. I’

m not interested in her, okay? I was just bein’ neighborly.”


“We don’t care about that,” Tell said. “We wanna know why she was at the new bank?

”


“Why does anyone go to the bank? She needs a loan.”


“Bet they didn’t give it to her, did they?” Dalton said.


“She didn’t say and I didn’t ask. Why?”


“Well, we’ve heard she’s seriously financially f*cked.”


Ben’s gaze turned sharp. “From who?”


Dalton shrugged. “Evidently she put up her land as collateral when she borrowed the

money to build that bed and breakfast.”


“It’s not uncommon to borrow against equity.”


“She borrowed the maximum amount of the equity and hasn’t made a single payment on it

for over a year.”


That shocked him. “Are you f*cking serious?”


“Yeah. The bank has given her a lot of leeway, but unless she pays at least six months

of the amount she’s in arrears, in the next forty-five days, Settler’s First will

start foreclosure proceedings.”


“Holy shit.” Ben wasn’t surprised Rielle hadn’t shared that information; the

Wetzlers always had a serious distrust about “the man” and the McKay family. Plus,

Rielle already felt guilty about not paying him for his handyman help. Or the new beds

he’d handcrafted. “Her money troubles ain’t common knowledge?”


Tell shook his head.


“How’d you find this out?”