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know what Shellie’s cooking, but it smells good.”
    Drew’s stomach rumbled. And Shellie, Riley’s live-in girlfriend, was a damn fine cook. But he wasn’t waiting around to eat anything. By the time he showered and drove into town, it would be over an hour after dark and he didn’t want Lette to have any reason not to stick around.
    He pulled off his gloves and stuffed them in his back pocket. “I’ll just grab a shower real quick and then head out for the evening.”
    An eyebrow lifted on Riley’s face. “You need to eat before you go. And you’ll probably want some ibuprofen here in a little bit. You’ve worked hard today and I bet you’re going to feel it.”
    Great. Someone else who didn’t believe he could get his work done. Of course, Riley was related to his dad. It wasn’t overly surprising they both though he was worthless. It seemed a common thread running through his family. Drew forced his jaw to move. “I’ll be fine.”
    He thought he saw Riley wince, but he wasn’t positive. “All right. Grab the four-wheeler, would you? They’re talking about a chance of rain tomorrow. I don’t want to leave this trailer out and have it all wet.”
    “Got it.” Drew jumped on the four-wheeler and floored the gas across the pasture and parked it in the shed. He forced himself to walk across the yard. He was an adult here. He could wait. But that didn’t stop him from running up the front steps.
    “Y’all done?” Shellie stepped in the living room as he walked in. A rag dangled from her hands.
    “Yep. Running to grab a shower real quick. Riley is putting the truck and trailer in the barn in case it rains.”
    “All right. Supper is just about ready.”
    He nodded and started up the steps, knowing full well he was not staying long enough to eat. The sun was just about down now. He showered fast as he could under the shitty well water with even shittier water pressure in the old house and was out and dressed and heading back downstairs in record time.
    He slipped his shoes on by the door, hand already on the knob. “I’m heading out. It might be late before I’m back.” At least he hoped, because then he would have found her.
    “You’re not staying to eat?” Shellie looked at him with her big eyes. It wasn’t any wonder Riley didn’t do a thing without glancing toward the house first or asking her opinion. She was the kind of woman who could pussy whip a man if he let her. And Riley had definitely let Shellie pussy whip him.
    He forced a smile. “I really don’t have time. I’m meeting a friend.”
    “All right, but if you’re headed into town, will you drop these leftovers off for me? Let me write the address down.” She turned and scratched the information on a sheet of paper. “If you go down Main Street, the road after the court house is Granny Smith. That’s the street. It’s the last house on the right.”
    “Yeah, sure.” He grabbed the bowl of food and hurried out the door.
    He heard a “thank you” called as he jumped over the porch steps and was heading to his truck. It would be a quick drop off and then he’d be at the bar waiting to see if she showed or chickened out.
    A cold chill dropped down his back. If she didn’t show, would she try doing something stupid like climbing the water tower tonight? He jumped in his truck, turned the engine over, and hauled ass out of there. She wouldn’t.
    He shook his head. No, she wouldn’t really do something that stupid. She’d see the height of the tower, maybe climb a fourth of the way up and call it a day. Hell, she’d been near terrified of walking railroad tracks that had been a whole three inches off the ground. But what other things did she have in mind to do?
    He gritted his teeth and pushed the pedal a little lower. As he was racing around the final turn and approaching town, he slowed down some. Why in the hell did he care what she did? It had been one night with a bit of fun. She obviously didn’t care enough to