The bleacher seats in the arenas.
Everything.
“How’s everything back at home?” Sterling, Shooter’s boyfriend and one of the bronc riders, asks.
“Good. I’m excited to get home to Suzy.” I bring the lip of my beer bottle up to my mouth, taking a slow pull. “Guess Grady is leaving college and moving in with us for a while.”
Shooter laughs. “No shit?”
“Apparently,” I grumble, taking another swig.
“Bet Little Wilde’s going to enjoy the fuck out of that,” Shooter quips with a smirk.
“What’re you guys talking about?” Colt, another bull rider, asks as he and Jessie sit down beside us.
“Grady is going to be living with Boone for a while,” Shooter tells him with a suggestive waggle of his brows I don’t fucking get.
“Why are you saying it like that?” I ask, my brows pinched together.
“Oh, come on,” Shooter drawls. “Don’t act like you don’t see the way Grady looks at you.”
“Uh…” I glance around the fire. “I don’t. What the fuck do you mean?”
Cope laughs from where he’s sitting on the other side of Shooter, followed by a snigger from Colt.What the fuck is going on?
Shooter grumbles as he sits up a little straighter. “Little Wilde practically has hearts for eyes when it comes to you, Stanton. Are you blind?”
I scoff, just as my stomach clenches. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous, Shooter. He does not.”
“Um, he totally does, man,” Cope chimes in between fits of laughter.
“You guys are fucking nuts. I’m his brother-in-law.”
“Not for long,” Shooter throws in with a cocky smirk.
“Fuck off. Grady doesn’t see me like that.”
“Whatever you say, bro. I’m calling it now… Little Wilde’s going to be jacking his dick like a pubescent boy, knowing you’re just down the hall from him.”
“Shooter, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I basically bark. I’m not one to be easily irritated, but they’re pissing me right off with this bullshit.
“Hey.” He holds up his hands. “Just calling it like I see it, my man.”
Now the image of my soon to be ex-wife’s little brother doingthatis stuck in my mind…and that’s something I definitely don’t want or need to be thinking about. Shooter’s lost his damn mind if he thinks Grady sees me as anything other than family. Besides, it doesn’t matter if he does anyway. He’s my brother-in-law,andI’m not into men.
Downing the rest of my beer, I rise off the chair, tossing it in the garbage. Giving Shooter the finger, I say, “I’m going to bed, you twisted pervert.”
“Fuck you too!” he calls out, his smile clear in his words.
There’s no way he’s right. I would’ve noticed by now had Grady looked at me differently…right?
9
Grady Wilde
Jade’s been gone for a few days now, and things are going surprisingly well. I was uneasy about how it would be without her here, especially since Boone has been pretty busy since coming home from the circuit. We haven’t seen each other much, so I wasn’t sure how he felt about me staying here. Jade assured me he was fine with it, but I don’t put it past my sister just to tell me that to calm my nerves. Boone has always struck me as a private type of guy. He’s not closed off, by any means, but he tends to keep to himself, and his evenings after Suzy goes to bed are mostly spent in his room, which I can understand.
Living with someone isn’t easy, especially if you’re big into your own time.
