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would it feel to be
wrapped up in them?
    Bullet’s piercing blue eyes
were surprisingly warm, and his smile could easily have convinced her to shed
her three layers of protection, and climb right back in the hot tub with him.
    When he rested his hands on the edge of the hot tub, Tristan
couldn’t help but notice their strength. Hands of a boxer, her grandfather
would call them.
    Her mom had been gone a
long time, since Tristan was fifteen, but she still remembered her words.
“Marry a man with strong hands, so when he takes yours in his, and tells you
everything will be okay, you believe it will be.” Her father had strong hands,
and she never doubted everything would be okay when he had her hands in his.

 
    The noise coming from
upstairs the next morning sounded as though she was the last one awake. In a
house full of ranchers, rough stockers, and toddlers, Tristan guessed everyone had
been up for hours. Maybe she would’ve been better off staying at a hotel. That
way when she slept in, she wouldn’t feel as guilty. She pulled out her phone to
check the time. Seven? She was feeling guilty about sleeping until seven?
    She’d go for a run, but Liv
warned her yesterday that she should give herself time to adjust to the
altitude.
    “We’re at 10,000 feet,” Liv
told her. “Don’t be surprised if you get winded walking up the stairs.”
    Someone upstairs was making
breakfast, and it smelled really good. And coffee. Tristan pulled her
sweatshirt over head, and went in search of the heavenly scents.
    ***
    He should go out and help with the morning chores. Lyric
offered to keep an eye on Grey a couple of times. When she pinched his shoulder
and whispered that he should consider earning his keep, Bullet knew he couldn’t
put it off any longer.
    “You know how long that Tristan lady is staying?” he whispered
back.
    “Oh, no. No way. You aren’t goin’ down that road. She is
strictly hands off to you bro.”
    “Why’s that?” And since when did Lyric tell him what to do, or
in this case what not to do?
    “She’s gonna be partnerin’ with Flying R and we don’t need any
of your drama landin’ on her.”
    Bullet had several responses for his sister, backed by a
temper fueled by the buttons she was pushing, but he kept his mouth shut.
    When he got a glimpse of Tristan coming up the stairs, he
closed the door he’d just opened.
    “Good morning everyone,”
she muttered. The sound of sleep that lingered in her voice filled him with
lust. He stood back and watched her. She was tall, almost as tall as he was,
with long, dark, brown hair, and big brown eyes. She was thin, but curvy,
womanly. Her movements were graceful, and gentle. She reached up to open the
cupboard Liv pointed to, slowly taking the cup from it, and then turning to
fill it with coffee.
    Bullet closed his eyes and imagined wrapping his arm around
her waist as she did, sweeping her hair to the side, and nibbling on the nape
of her neck. He’d trail kisses from her hairline to her shoulder—
    “Dude, weren’t you headed outside?” Lyric barked.
    “Yeah, yeah. But I don’t want to be rude and leave without
saying good morning to Miss Tristan.” Bullet walked over to where she stood.
Her knee was bent just slightly, one bare foot rested on top of the other. He
loved bare feet. Her perfectly-manicured toes were painted a reddish-orange
that made him want to lick them, one by one.
    “I hope you slept well after your visit to the hot tub.” Her
cheeks pinkened just slightly, so he leaned in. “Good morning sweetness,” he
whispered so only she could hear.
    “Ouch!” he gasped when someone slapped the back of his head.
He turned around. Bree stood behind him. Her arms were folded in front of her,
but she was smiling.
    “He tried to charm the pants off me the first time I met him
too.”
    “When was that?” he grinned.
    “The morning you were sleeping naked on my sofa.”
    “Ah,” smirked Tristan. “Evidently naked shenanigans are