Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(135)

More loud beeps sounded and he saw Sierra riding another ATV. She pulled in behind Kyler.


“Please tell me she’s not wearing her bridesmaid’s dress on that muddy ATV.”


Sierra waved at them with the bottle of champagne and yelled, “Wahoo! We started the party without you, suckas.”


“And…she’s drinking.”


Dalton laughed.


Kyler bounded over. “Your wedding party got back to the house and realized they hadn’t left you a way to get back.” He tossed Dalton the keys and pointed to the ATV. “Your chariot awaits.”


“Thanks Ky. Could you—”


“Drive Sierra back to the house? I’d planned on it.” He propped his hands on his hips. “Not sure an open bar was the best choice for the reception. Anyway, I’ll keep an eye on her tonight.”


“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Rory said.


“Don’t mention it. Seriously. Don’t say nothin’ to my parents.” He frowned. “If they think I’m havin’ any kind of fun they’ll make me stay with the little kids.”



Kyler looked at Sierra when she honked the horn ten times in a row and yelled, “Come on, little cuz. Time’s a wastin’ to get wasted!”


Kyler looked back at Dalton and Rory and grinned. “Hey, someone’s gotta teach me how to be a wild McKay now that the last single man’s been married off.”


They watched as he climbed in the driver’s seat. At the top of the hill he spun the tires and threw mud everywhere as Sierra loudly egged him on.


“You know, this is really starting to seem like an episode of My Big Fat Redneck Wedding,” Rory said.


Dalton laughed. “Then I guess that makes me…your Redneck Romeo, huh, jungle girl?” He swooped her into his arms and carried her to the four-wheeler, the happiest man in the world.