I have the feeling that she doesn’t like to use that connection herself. She works so darned hard, doing extra research and stuff. Almost like she has to prove she’s good enough without falling back on Daddy.”
“Fair enough.” Chance slapped him on the back. “Let’s go and see how the girls are doing. See if they need a hand with anything.”
“Before we do that, I have a question to ask you.” He gritted his teeth and looked at Chance. “It’s about Dad. Are you guys talking yet, or is this going to be awkward?” He ignored the intake of breath from Rory and kept his gaze on his oldest brother.
“Silly old fool.” Chance kicked at the dirt before looking back up. “Insists on helping me out at the ranch. Reckons it’s the least he can do since I took over for him when Mom died and kept you kids from all going feral.”
Rory sniggered and covered it with a cough when Chance growled. “Claims I still need to rest my hip after breaking it. He’s nothing but a meddling old woman if you ask me.”
“I wasn’t so that just about covers it I think.” Evan glanced at Rory and they shared a quick grin. “It’s good to see you back home, Rory.”
“About time too. Don’t see the point of you working somewhere else when you can do the same job in town here.” Chance glanced at Rory, although the look Evan saw wasn’t admonishment for working away from home; it was one of contentment now his brother was back. This is what I miss, being around my brothers. Working back here could be a good thing.
“You know, Chance, I seem to recall Dad saying something similar when you said you were off to Canada to ride bulls.” Evan heard the beginnings of a laugh from the porch and looked up. Callie stood with Fisher on her hip, glancing at her husband. The smile on her face was directed at Chance.
“Oh baby, are these big bad brothers of yours picking on you? I can bash them up if you want me to.”
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Denver walked out to stand beside the Australian girl, feeling herself gravitate toward the personality-filled character. She’d regaled the incident when the bull almost killed Chance, leaving the door wide open for Tyson to have a go at her. Callie didn’t seem to be scared of doing or saying anything, including ribbing her husband in front of his brothers.
Chance ignored the catcalls and advanced on his wife. He reached out a hand to hold Fisher’s outreached fingers and slid one hand around Callie’s back, firmly gripping her butt.
“I’ll hold the baby while you whip some ass,” he whispered in her ear loud enough for Denver to hear. He winked at her over his wife’s shoulder. “Guessing they’ll be pretty safe considering there’s another doctor in the house.”
“I don’t know about that.” She stepped forward and raised an eyebrow at the two men. “I don’t fix stupid if I can help it. Might pay them to be nice instead.”
“Oh come on, this is how we are. Not sure I’d go so far as to call us stupid.” Evan clenched his fists. “We always fix out arguments like this, only Chance has never hidden behind a girl before. That’s a new development.”
“And ain’t she a pretty one too.” Chance winked at his brothers and then kissed his wife.
“How about instead, you take me for a quick walk and show me some of the ranch before it gets dark? Then I won’t have to fix anyone’s bloodied faces and life will be peaceful, which is what it should be like considering we came here for a wedding.” Denver reached out her hand to Evan, keen to go and see the ranch.
“Sure.” Evan wound his fingers with hers. “I could take you down to the barn and show you the horses if you like. If it’s nice tomorrow, we could go for a ride. Show you more that way.”
Denver ignored the look between Chance and Callie. “I like that idea and a walk for now would be nice. After that long drive, a leg stretch would be welcome.” And give us a chance to talk without your family listening
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