Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I huffed. “There’s plenty of shit to make him do on the rest of the ranch. The barn is mine.”
Grant glared at me with a look that said we’d be discussing that later, but he didn’t push it in front of TJ.
“You can’t just wonder around on your own. If you’re going to do that, there’s no point in us being here to protect you.”
“I’m not the one that said I needed protection.”
Grant looked ready to explode. “I don’t give a fuck about that. You’re here, and your father’s paying me to keep you safe. If I have to lock your ass up to accomplish my goal, that’s exactly what I’ll do.”
“I think that sounds like a good plan.”
TJ scowled at me.
“Clearly we need to go over the rules of this ranch again,” Grant said.
“I heard your rules. I just don’t intend to obey them.”
“Then things are going to get ugly.”
TJ rolled his eyes. “I’ll go back to the stupid house, but I’m not going to sit around all day. That’s not an option for me. When I get restless, I get murdery. You don’t want me to be cooped up while feeling murdery.”
“You don’t want me to call your father and tell him what a problem we’re having with you.”
TJ rolled his eyes. “Go ahead and tattle. It’s exactly what my father expects.”
TJ walked out the door. I didn’t want the bitter tone in his voice when he spoke about his family to make me feel sorry for him, but I couldn’t help it. I knew what it felt like to be rejected by your father.
“You and I are going to get straight on the rules too,” Grant said. “But I’ve got to introduce this son of a bitch to the rest of the crew first.”
“I’m as clear as I need to be.”
“No, you’re not.”
I stared at Grant as he left. I wanted this safehouse business to work out for him, for all of us, but if I had to put up with arrogant hitmen like TJ, I wasn’t sure I would last.
I’d returned to filling the stalls with straw when my twin called my name. “I’m in here.”
Rogue walked in and gave me a curious look. “What the fuck happened to you?”
I wished I’d told him I was busy, and he should come back later. There was no way I could hide the effect meeting TJ had on me, not from my twin. We always knew how the other was feeling. The best I could do was play up the anger so he wouldn’t know I’d been equally turned on by the bastard. Not that I had any intention of acting on it, no matter how hot TJ was. “I just met our new client.”
“Damn. Now I’ve got to meet him if he riled you up like that.”
I snarled at him. “He’s an arrogant shit, and I told him to stay out of the barn.”
Rogue studied me, and I knew instantly I hadn’t managed to convince him I was just pissed off.
“You knew we’d be hosting men like him. I know you don’t like it, but you’re also not that much of a prude. How’d he get under your skin so fast?”
“He… he just did.
“Oh, wow. You want him.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Ri, I’m not playing around. I want to stay away from TJ as much as possible unless I’m on official guard duty. I know how you are. Don’t you dare attempt to put me in his path. He might not survive.”
“Or you might have the time of your life. You deserve a little fun.”
“With the Reaper? No thanks.”
“What does his profession matter? Did you see how gorgeous he is?”
I rolled my eyes, but there was no point in denying it. “Of course I did.”
“Where is TJ now?”
“At the house. Grant said he was going to introduce him to everyone else. Go fawn over him, but leave me out of it.”
Rogue’s eyes lit up. He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it toward me. “Give me your shirt.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to see what he says when you walk into the house.”
“No.”
“Come on. It’s been ages since we’ve pulled a switch on someone.”
I grimaced at his sweat-soaked t-shirt and tossed it on some straw bales. Rogue and I were identical, and when we were kids, we had a hell of a lot of fun pretending to be each other. The only person we’d never fooled was Grant.
Our father hadn’t bothered trying to tell us apart, and we barely remembered our mother. Grant had really been the closest thing to a real parent we’d had. Part of me wanted to forbid Rogue from pulling the old stunt, but I was also curious.
Were Rogue and I interchangeable to TJ? I’d only met him once. What were the chances he’d have any way of telling us apart? Would he even care? I doubted it. He’d likely be just as happy to fuck my brother as he would be to fuck me.