Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(8)

“Please make my whole night, Ed. Tell me you love to dance and you were Brazilian national tango champion or something.”


He smiled back, absolutely charmed by Trevor’s wife. “I can’t claim champion status, but I know my way around a dance floor.”


“Yay! I take it you and Trevor went dancin’ once or twice when you were traveling together?”


Chassie didn’t mean he and Trevor danced together as partners, but it did remind Edgard of the few times he’d convinced Trevor to dance with him when they’d been alone. It’d been disastrous. The man had two left feet. “Ah. Yeah. We went out to the rodeo or community dances sometimes.”


“Come on, dish the details on my husband’s bad behavior on the circuit.”


Another loaded question. Edgard countered, “You trying to get me in trouble, Miz Chassie?”


“No, but I’d like to hear an insider’s point of view since Colby won’t tell me nothin’ either.”


“That’s because your cousin is a smart man.”


“Pooh. It’s not fair. You guys all stick together and keep your dirty little secrets.

That stuff happened a long time ago. What’s the harm in telling me now?”


Trevor and Edgard made a point of not looking at each other.

“Just one little teeny-tiny thing?” Chassie pleaded, “Please?”


He glanced at Trevor who shrugged indifferently.

“Okay. Must’ve been five years ago, at a rodeo dance down south someplace, this pesky woman wouldn’t leave Trev alone. Just to get rid of her, Trev agrees and she leads him out on the floor. Trev spins them around, stops, and acts like he’s gonna barf. She freaks out and dumps him off with her friend, who Trevor had the hots for in the first place. So Trev’s pulling this, ‘I’m so woozy’ line of crap, convinces the little bunny he needs to lay down—”


Chassie rolled her eyes.

“—and being the good Samaritan, the woman escorts him back to the living quarters in the horse trailer, where Trevor had a miraculous recovery. They ended up dancing after all.” Edgard shook his head and sent Chassie a sly look. “’Cept it was mattress dancing.”


“Trev, you dog,” Chassie said, slapping his arm.

Trevor howled, “Ow ow ow,” and they all laughed.

“This is gonna be fun tonight with you two wild boys. Finally I’m gonna have some sort of reputation to rival my cousin Keely’s.”


Edgard wasn’t convinced the three of them together out on the town was the best idea. “You sure you want me to come along, Chassie? I don’t wanna be a third wheel.”


“Trev is relieved to be off the dancin’ hook, aren’t you, hon?”


“Yep. I’ll be more’n happy to hold down a barstool and guard the beer while you’re two-steppin’.” Trevor gave Edgard a genuine grin. “You don’t know what you’re in for, Ed. Chassie can go all night.”


“I’m the lucky man to test your stamina? All night?” He grinned. “I’m all over that.”


“I’ll bet a guy like you has plenty of stayin’ power,” Chassie shot back with a sexy growl. “I’m lucky, showin’ up with the two hottest guys in the county. That uppity Brandy Martinson is so gonna eat her heart out.”


“I’m sure she’s used to no one noticing her when you’re in the room, sweetheart,”


Edgard drawled.

“Ed, stop flirtin’ with my wife.” Trevor pointed at Chassie. “And you better behave, missy. I ain’t opposed to puttin’ you over my knee and paddlin’ that badonkadonk if the situation warrants it.”


She stood and started stacking plates. “You threaten to spank me but you never follow through.” She paused, looking thoughtfully at Edgard. “Since I’m not Trevor’s usual type—a big boobed blonde—I wondered if Trevor’s claim is true or if he’s feedin’ me a cowboy line.”


“What line would that be?”


“That he’s always had a thing for asses and it’s the first body part he notices.”


Right. How could he answer that? Edgard’s eyes darted to the clock on the microwave. “Wow, look at the time. Need help cleaning up?”


“Chicken,” Chassie taunted. “I will get to the bottom of all these secrets you two have.”


Trevor’s face read, I hope not.

“Let me finish them supper dishes, sassy woman.” Trevor snapped the air by her butt with a dishtowel. “Get yourself gussied up and remember, we ain’t got all night.”


The bowls crashed in the sink. “Trevor Glanzer. Are you implying I’d need all night to make myself presentable?”


Edgard grabbed the spatula in Chassie’s hand and stepped between them, effortlessly herding her toward the stairs. “No, he’s reminding you to hurry up because he’s anxious to show you off. I imagine Trev gets a kick at seeing those poor suckers drooling over you, knowing you’re gonna be mattress dancing with him at the end of the night.”