Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(114)

It was a damn long, lonely, depressing drive to Cheyenne.


Chapter Thirty


Two days later…


While Kade and Skylar waited for the check after a crappy meal at Ziggy’s sports bar, which neither of them tasted, he saw Colt.


Happy as Kade was to know his cousin wasn’t dead, because no one had seen him since Dag’s funeral, he was less than happy when Colt stumbled to their booth drunk as a skunk, high as a kite with a vulgar look in his bleary eyes.


“Hey, cuz. Who’s the purty lady?”


“Skylar. Skylar this is my very drunk cousin, Colt McKay.”


“Colt. Nice to meet you.”


“So how come you haven’t brought her by the Boars Nest? ’Cause she ain’t the adventurous type?”


“No. Because I don’t live there anymore.” Kade had a moment of panic. What if Colt was here with Kane? Why in the hell after half a dozen dates hadn’t he come clean about his real identity? Because it’d gone too far and he was a total f*cking dumbass.


“Excuse us, we were just leavin’.”


“Hold on, hold on. I’ll let ya go get lucky,” he winked lewdly at Skylar, “soon as you tell me what the hell Kane did with my extra set of truck keys. Can’t find ’em anywhere.”


“Is my brother here?”


“No, your brother ain’t here. That’s what I’m sayin’. The bartender took my keys. I keep an extra set in my glove box and they’re missin’. Kane didn’t give ’em back last time he borrowed my truck.”


“You shouldn’t be drivin’ anyway.”


“When did you turn into such a f*ckin’ *, Kade? Jesus.”


“Shut up, Colt, and go someplace else. For Christsake go sleep it off in your truck.”


“Think you got the right to tell me what to do like everyone else in my goddamn life? Fuck that. I’ll knock you into next week, you smarmy cocksucker.”


Skylar said, “Take it easy, Colt. You’re confused. Maybe Kane and I should take you home.”


Colt frowned and looked around wildly. “Kane? He’s here?”


“He’s right there.” Skylar pointed at Kade.


No no no. Kade knew everything was about to go horribly wrong.


“Darlin’, I may be drunk as shit, but you’re the one who’s confused. That ain’t Kane.


That’s Kade.”


Skylar stared at Kade as if she expected him to dispute it. While she waited, two more shadows fell across the table and they both looked up to see Colby and…Kane.


Fucking great.


Skylar gasped. Her gaze zipped back and forth between the twins. “There are two of you?”


“Skylar? What the hell are you doin’ here with my brother?”


Her eyes were black with rage when they connected with his again. “Kade, I presume?”


“Look. I can explain. When I found out what a dick Kane was to you on your date that night—”


“You took it upon yourself to pretend to be him that lunch date in Moorcroft? And then all the times after that?”


“Yes. I mean, no. Shit. I wanted to show you I’m not him. Just because we’re identical twins doesn’t mean we have identical behavior.”


“Unless you want them to, purty lady. These guys fulfilled quite a few women’s fantasies of bein’—what’d Jazz call you that night she f*cked both of you at the same time?—a twin beefcake manwich.”