Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(72)

All hands went up.


“Good. Show of hands on me, Kade, Brandt and Quinn finding the lowest loan rate?”


All hands went up.


Cord stroked his goatee. “Motion passes and all that shit. What’s next?”


Kade said, “As long as we’re talkin’ about joint expenses, something’s gotta be done with that bunkhouse. Over the last few months, me’n Colby found a ton of beer cans inside and outside. All the wood we had stockpiled has been burned, so someone has been livin’ there. Or more likely, kids have been usin’ it as a party house.”


“Once it becomes party central, it’s gonna be hell to get them kids to stop goin’ there,” Colby added.


“And Cam can’t patrol that area all the time because it’s abusing his position,” Colt pointed out. “Any ideas on how we oughta handle it?”


“I say all ten of us sit inside. When the little shits show up, we reinforce with ten loaded shotguns that they’re trespassing on private property,” Dalton suggested.


Chuckles.


“I vote for burning it down,” Tell said. “Ain’t like we use it all that much anymore anyway. Not during calving season, and we haven’t played poker there in well over a year.”


Everyone looked at Tell like he was holding a can of gasoline and a blowtorch.


“Jesus, Tell, can’t you be serious for one f*ckin’ second?” Kane demanded.


Tell hated how his face heated. “I am serious. It ain’t like we can move it, since we poured concrete footings. We used cheap materials to build it and we haven’t been takin’ care of it, so it is gonna fall into ruin. Better we torch it ourselves than to wait for some dumb f*cking teenagers to accidentally light it on fire, as well as the damn grass surrounding it.”


“Just torch it?” Kade said. “Seems wasteful.”


Discussion broke out. Tell knew nothing would be decided today. He whistled and everyone stopped talking. “I believe there are two options on the table. Cord? Let’s vote.”


Cord cocked his head. “You’re pushy today, Tell. What’s up? Got someplace to be?”


“Maybe he’s volunteered to walk a group of senior citizens across the street,” Colt said.


“Or maybe he’s gotta polish up his comedy routine for Wyoming’s Funniest Person contest at Cheyenne Frontier Days,” Colby quipped.



“Or maybe he’s judgin’ a swimsuit contest in his bedroom,” Kane said.


“I’ll bet he wants to get out of here because he’s got a hot date with Hot Lips,” Dalton said slyly.


Tell pushed him. “Fuck off.” He looked at his cousins. “All of you can just f*ck the f*ck off.”


“Speaking of… I met your woman at India’s shop. She is a knockout. Indy says she’s sharp.” Colt paused and smirked. “So what in the hell is she doin’ with you?”


Laughter.


“Really funny, cuz.”


“You know, AJ mentioned that your latest squeeze had shown up at Healing Touch. Evidently you were a main topic of conversation,” Cord said.


Tell muttered, “Fuckin’ awesome. Now I have to wonder if India tattooed Georgia before or after her massage with AJ.”


Colt shook his head. “She wasn’t getting a tat. She was selling advertising.”


“Come to think of it, Skylar told me about this charming little bombshell from Sundance who stopped in to the Sky Blue manufacturing plant and dropped your name.”


Tell’s gaze zoomed to Kade. “When was this?”


“Wednesday.”


“Sounds like your lady was makin’ the rounds,” Kane drawled. “She showed up at Ginger’s office too.”


“Wanna take bets on whether she approached Domini at Dewey’s? I’m guessing she hit Keely up for ad sponsorship too.” Dalton looked at Ben. “How about Ainsley?”


“Ainsley approved an ad for American West yesterday. And she took out a personal ad for my furniture business after Georgia mentioned she loved the coffee table I’d made that she’d seen at Tell’s place.”


Tell could just see Georgia sauntering into his cousins’ wives’ businesses and cranking the charisma on high. His gut seized and his heart stopped. Jesus. Georgia hadn’t shared any private stuff about them, hoping it would spur a sale?


“Sounds like this juicy Georgia peach you’re banging is beautiful, smart and on her game. How long you think you’ll last with her?” Colby asked with a grin.


More chuckling.


“At least until she’s sold ad space to all of Tell’s relatives for the rodeo program guide,” Dalton said. “Then she’ll probably dump his ass.”


“Ha. Fuckin’. Ha.” The teasing pissed him off. It shouldn’t be a surprise his cousins were still doing what they had always done; making him feel like he wasn’t up to McKay standards. Like it was a miracle a sexy, smart, savvy woman like Georgia would be interested in him.