Kissin' Tell: Rough Riders, Book 13 (26 page)

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“It’s fine. I can handle Robert. So anyway… How is work?”

“All right. You know how much I dislike cold-call ad selling, which is probably why Barbara is making me do it. So far I haven’t run into any businesses that were screwed by the promotion company we took over.”

“And it’s okay? Being back in Wyoming?”

“I guess. I just keep telling myself it’s temporary.”

“I might drive up to see you.”

She closed her eyes. “I’d like that.”

They talked for ten more minutes, firming up the date for her mother’s visit. After she hung up, Georgia had a melancholy feeling she couldn’t shake. After spending the last two weeks with Tell, it’d hit her tonight, how alone she was in her life. Physically distant from her mother. Estranged from her father. If she was honest, her friends in Dallas were her coworkers and she wasn’t close to any of them. She didn’t know her neighbors in the gated community where she rented her condo. She went to the movies alone. She ate dinner by herself in front of the TV most evenings. She occasionally went out on a date. Most men weren’t what she expected and certainly not what she wanted.

Definitely none were as fun, funny, insightful and sexy as Tell McKay.

It’d been one day and she missed him.

Looked to be a long week.

 

Chapter Seventeen

Georgia hadn’t called him Monday. Not that he’d expected it. He’d spent way too much time thinking about her, weighing Ben’s advice against his gut instinct of driving to her house and kissing her stupid as a conversation starter. But he held off. Going a couple days without contact wouldn’t hurt either of them. He told himself that, yet he couldn’t figure out why he was on edge with an odd feeling of gloom until he realized it was because he missed her.

So when Tell’s phone rang on Tuesday afternoon, he was disappointed it wasn’t Georgia’s number on the caller ID.

“Hey, Mom, what’s up?”

“Samantha has a last-minute overnight seminar in Riverton. I already promised Bart I’d go to the VA in Cheyenne with him for his outpatient surgery, and I can’t bring Landon along.”

No
Hi, son, how are you?
No
What’s new in your world?
She cut straight to the chase; no pleasantries. Just like his father did. “So you’re callin’ because you need me to baby-sit Landon again.”

“Yes. I know it’s last minute, but I have no choice.”

But I do.
“I’m guessing you expect me to drop everything right now and drive to Casper? I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Her silence felt accusatory and Tell almost caved in.

“What’s going on with you?” she demanded. “You never—”

“Say no?” Tell paced to the window. “I have plans tonight.” No point in wishing he’d told his mother no last week when he’d cancelled a date with Georgia, but he could change the parameters from here on out. “Did you ask Dalton or Brandt if they could help?”

“Brandt and Jessie have their hands full right now, doncha think?”

“Yep. But I’m plenty busy myself picking up the slack around the ranch since Brandt is embracing fatherhood.”

“What’s going on at the ranch isn’t my concern,” she said with a sniff.

“That’s because Landon had been your only concern the past few years.”
Just like Luke was always your number one priority.

Childish, probably, but accurate, and not the first time he’d had that thought. But it was the first time he’d voiced it to her.

“Tell McKay. That’s not true. I thought you liked taking care of Landon.”

“I do. I love the kid. But I hate that the only time I see him is when I’m the last resort for childcare. How long before Landon will resent getting shuttled off to his bachelor uncle’s at the last minute?”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“That’s me. Silly Tell, flitting around like a damn butterfly without a care in the world.”

A long pause. “Son. Have you been drinking?”

He forced a laugh. “Look, Mom, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“You’re really saying no?”

“Yep, I really am. Bye.” He hung up. And it felt good.

An hour later Tell was thinking about a prime rib sandwich as he got ready for dart league, when he heard someone at his door. Doubtful it was his sweet woman, but he kept a goofy smile in place just in case as he snapped the last pearl button on his short-sleeved shirt and answered the door.

But his brother Brandt stood on the front porch.

“Hey, bro. Is everything all right?”

“Not according to Mom.” Brandt bulled his way inside.

“Mom called you?”

“Yep. She thought you were drunk or high or some damn thing, so she sent me to check on you.” Brandt squinted at him. “Are you?”

“Drunk? No. High? No.”

“Pissed?”

Tell shrugged. “Getting there, since my mommy called my big brother to make sure I wasn’t being naughty or pouting. So maybe it’d be best if you skedaddled on home to the wife and kiddie.”

Brandt didn’t budge. “What’s goin’ on? You never have words with Mom.”

“Wasn’t really an exchange of words—except for the one word she didn’t wanna hear when I said no to drivin’ to Casper to take care of Landon tonight.”

“She mentioned it, and I don’t see what the big deal is.”

That got Tell’s back up big-time. “Yeah? Then why don’t you hop in your truck and do it?”

“Because I have a wife and a kid to take care of.”

“And because no one believes I have a life outside of ranch work, my free time is up for grabs? Ask Tell to make a three-hour trip, he won’t mind. Guess what? I
do
fucking mind.”

Brandt’s mouth dropped open.

“What? You were expecting I’d be cracking jokes?”

“I guess I was.”

“Too bad I’m fresh out of funny.”

They stared at one another. “How many times has Mom asked you to watch Landon in the last year?”

“At least twice a month. Except it’s gotten more frequent since calving ended.”

“And you say yes every time she asks.” A statement.

Tell nodded. “Except for today. That don’t mean I’m gonna stop helping out entirely; I’m just not doin’ it today.”

“Now that I’ve heard your side, I’m glad you stood up to her, because Mom has gotten…pushy lately.” Brandt sighed. “Some days, she reminds me of Dad.”

“Glad I’m not the only one who’s seen it.”

“I’ve noticed it and so has Jess. But I know you, Tell. That alone ain’t enough to set you off.”

Set him off
? He’d been downright pleasant to his mother. How would people react if he really went off?

“You poke at me until I start talkin’, so I’m gonna do the same to you, bro. What else is on your mind?” Brandt asked. “‘Cause you’ve been actin’ pissy. I suspect it’s got something to do with me.”

Tell counted to twenty in an attempt to temper his response, but maybe it was better to let fly. “Fine, Brandt, here it is. You’ve been a shitty ranching partner the last six months. I understood your distraction when Jessie was pregnant. But now that Tucker is here, I’ve waited for you to step up and do your part and it hasn’t happened yet. I’m frustrated and tired of cuttin’ you slack. I’m forced to make decisions because you won’t, and then you question me on every damn thing I decide. Me’n Dalton are tired of it.”

Brandt’s face turned a mottled red.

A few excruciatingly tense moments passed and Tell wondered if Ben had given him bad advice all around: about confronting the family problem head-on with his mom and Brandt, as well as staying away from Georgia.

Then Brandt dropped onto the couch. “Fuck. When did I become that guy? The guy who does the minimum amount of work, who comes in late, leaves early and puts his life ahead of everything else?” Brandt chewed that over for a bit. “Christ. I’m actin’ just like Luke did.”

“I wouldn’t have said that, but since you did… Yeah. Maybe a little.”

”I’m sorry, Tell. There ain’t no excuse.”

“Nope.”

“Won’t happen anymore. I promise.”

“Good to know.”

Brandt pushed to his feet. “So, you tired of riding herd on me yet?”

Just like that, Tell knew Brandt’s slacker days were behind them. Neither needed to beat this issue to death; it was over and done with and they’d move on. Now he wished he would’ve said something sooner. “Maybe a little.” He grinned and lightly punched Brandt in the arm. “Hey. Maybe Dalton will fuck up and you’ll be off the hook.”

“Wouldn’t put it past that kid. He’s always got some damn secret.” He snorted. “Kid. Now I really sound like Luke. Anyway, thanks for the kick in the ass before you had to kick my ass.” Brandt cuffed Tell on the arm. “So as long as we’re bein’ all touchy-feely and shit… Jess wants you to come over for supper tomorrow night.”

“Thanks, but I can’t. I’m working a rodeo in Belle Fourche all day tomorrow that lasts into the evening.”

“Guess I deserve to do chores by my lonesome for a change, huh?” He smiled and punched Tell in the arm just a little harder than the first time, which was a sign things were getting back to normal. “Come by anyway if it ain’t too late, because we’re usually up.” Brandt smirked. “I promise we won’t ask you to baby-sit.”

 

 

“Not that it ain’t great to see you, Thurman,” Tell said, sliding into the booth at Ziggy’s, “but you don’t normally call on league night lookin’ for a drinking buddy. What’s up?”

Thurman swigged his beer. “I’m not lookin’ to get drunk. I’m headed outta town tomorrow and I wanted the lowdown on you and Hot Lips, since you guys took off so fast Saturday night. How’re things goin?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Planning that trip down the altar yet?”

“Fuck off. She’s busy this week so I haven’t seen her.” That sounded plausible. Casual. Not like she’d dumped his ass. “I’ve been dealin’ with ranch stuff and the always fun family shit anyway.”

“Does the fun family shit have anything to do with Dalton?”

“No. Why?”

“I’ve heard a couple of things. Normally I don’t put much stock in rumors…but this one about Dalton caught my interest.”

Thurman wasn’t the type to gossip, so Tell immediately went on alert. “Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“Evidently he rented a motel room in Hulett sometime in the last month. Claimed he was trying to set a new McKay record for the most women fucked in a single night.”

“Jesus. There’s a life goal. And he’s makin’ it sound like all the single McKays ever did was sit around bragging about female conquests.”

“Your family has a reputation, Tell. Whether it’s bullshit or deserved, ain’t my concern.” Thurman shrugged. “I just wanna make sure somebody knows what Dalton is up to and that he ain’t knocking up half the young ladies in the damn county.”

Their food arrived, which gave Tell time to consider this news regarding his brother.

Something had changed with Dalton right around the time their father had checked into rehab. With so many other things on his mind, maybe he hadn’t paid as much attention to his little brother’s escapades. But Dalton was a twenty-five-year-old man, not a child. He didn’t need a baby-sitter.

“You’re awful quiet, Tell.”

He looked at Thurman. “Just debating on whether it’s my responsibility to check up on him.”

“No, it ain’t. I didn’t tell you this because I expect you’ll stake out the Shady R Motel in Moorcroft to see if Dalton’s truck is in the lot.”

“I appreciate it, even though it don’t make me happy.” Tell signaled for another beer. “Curious, though. Did your source say how many women Dalton…serviced that night?”

“Why? You think your record might have his beat?” Thurman teased.

Tell flipped him off.

“I heard Dalton was with thirteen different chicks.”

“Thirteen? Holy shit.”

Thurman shoved his plate aside and leaned closer. “But that’s not the kicker. My understanding is he did it with all thirteen women in the room with him. And these ladies were giving him pointers and feedback.”

“Like a sex focus group?”

“Or a sex seminar.”

Tell shook his head. “Damn. I don’t even wanna think about twelve women standin’ around, watchin’ me have sex with another woman and critiquing my performance.”

“You and me both.”

“Even when I was a teen and my dick was hard all the freakin’ time, I don’t think I jacked off thirteen times in one day, say nothin’ of getting it up and getting off that many times in a few hours.”

“Boggles the mind, don’t it? I’d guess he’s beat Chase and Colt, who I’d lay odds were previous McKay record holders.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna ask them.”

“Dalton might. Just for bragging rights.” Thurman drained his beer. “Come on. Forget about it. I’ll let you lose a game of pool to me before you lose at darts.”

On the drive home, Tell realized he hadn’t managed to put Georgia out of his mind, even for three hours. He’d found himself looking around the bar, hoping she’d show up.

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