Kylie braced herself as her sister threw her arms around her, hugging her tight to her.

“Oh, my God, Jess. What are you doing here?” Kylie asked, taking a step back when Jessie released her from the bear hug.

“You were expecting me, silly,” Jessie grinned, running back to the porch and grabbing her suitcase before wheeling it inside.

When Kylie went to shut the door behind her sister, Jessie stopped her short. “Wait, I’ve got more.”

Kylie smiled. Of course she did.

“Let me get dressed, and I’ll help you,” she offered, turning toward her bedroom.

“Definitely get some clothes on, but I’ve got this.” Jessie grinned. “Although you could find something cute and take me out for a drink. I need one.”

Well, that made two of them, Kylie thought as she headed to her bedroom. Her sister was there. And quite frankly, she couldn’t have had better timing.

It didn’t take long for Kylie to scan through the items in her closet. She pulled out a sheer, white, sleeveless blouse and a bandeau top to go beneath. Black denim shorts from her dresser completed the ensemble and Kylie hurried to pull them on. Her hair was piled on top of her head, so she removed the clip, letting the long, wavy strands fall down her back.

“What? No makeup?” Jessie asked as she waltzed into the bathroom behind Kylie. “Not that you need any.”

Kylie frowned. She didn’t usually wear makeup. In her line of work, with a uniform of ratty t-shirts and worn jeans or shorts, she generally opted for pulling her hair back in a ponytail. Simple. Easy. Nothing a little sweat would damage.

“Mascara and gloss,” Jessie said with excitement. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

Kylie stared at the woman in the mirror as she waited for Jessie to retrieve what was probably an oversized travel case with more makeup than the Macy’s cosmetics counter. Not that Jessie needed it either, but the woman was usually all dolled up. Even now, after three hours on the road, she looked like she just stepped off of the cover of a magazine.

“Here,” Jessie said when she came back, thrusting a small cosmetics bag toward her. “What? That’s just the one I carry in my purse.”

Of course it was.

Kylie didn’t argue. She retrieved the items she needed and proceeded to doctor her face. To her surprise, the mascara made her eyes pop, and the sheer gloss gave a pretty shine to her otherwise boring lips. Not bad, if she did say so herself.

“So where are you taking me?” Jessie asked as they went out through the garage, using the keypad bolted to the exterior frame to close the single door. She didn’t park in the garage, but rather than carry house keys or an oversized purse which would only contain things she didn’t need, she opted to use a code and go in through the garage.

“I was thinking Applebee’s,” Kylie said as she moved around to the driver’s side of the truck.

“Ummm, mind if I ask you something?” Jessie asked when they both climbed inside. Kylie didn’t waste time before starting the engine and cranking up the air conditioner. The harsh June temperature threatened to melt what little makeup Kylie did have on.

“What’s that?” she asked as she peered in her rearview mirror before backing down the short driveway.

“How old are you?”

As Kylie flipped the gearshift into Drive, she peered over at her sister. “What? You know exactly how old I am.”

“I mean, Applebee’s? Seriously?”

“Well, there’s not much here, and they’ve got a bar,” Kylie explained as she pulled down the narrow street lined with large towering oaks.

“Umm, they’ve also got creepers, Kylie. Take me somewhere fun.”

Kylie didn’t know anywhere fun. It wasn’t like she did much more than work, rarely getting out of the house. Her fun was generally limited to the grocery store once a week to buy milk and creamer for her coffee.

“Hey, aren’t you working on a house?” Jessie asked after they’d driven for a few minutes.

Actually she wasn’t, but Kylie had a good idea where Jessie had heard the news. A couple of months ago, back when she was getting to know Gage, she’d told their father about the project. When she’d been giddy with excitement. Before… Well, before her world came crumbling down around her.

“Show me,” Jess added before Kylie could respond.

“What?”

“You heard me. Dad said it was only about an hour away. Take me there. I want to see what you’re working on.”

“Aren’t you tired of driving?” Kylie asked by way of an excuse.

She so didn’t want to take her sister to Coyote Ridge. Not only was she not working on Gage’s house, but there were other risks with taking her sister to the town her husband lived in. No one, including Jessie, knew Kylie was married. She doubted they’d understand now if she told them, so she intended to keep her lips sealed until the divorce was final. Then it would be history and Kylie wouldn’t be hiding anything.

“Nope, I’ve actually enjoyed it. Gave me some time to think,” Jessie replied. “Come on, sis. Take me there.”

Kylie wasn’t sure how to argue with Jessie at this point. If she told her that she wasn’t working on the project, she’d have to explain the why of it and she wasn’t interested in doing that either.

Resigning herself to the outing, Kylie put her foot on the accelerator. After all, showing her the house she would’ve been working on had Gage not pulled his underhanded stunt was the lesser of two evils.

Right?

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“Damn, woman. You take all the fun outta playin’ pool, you know that?” Beau chided V as she once again kicked someone else’s ass at the pool table.

Travis had given up a couple of hours ago, resigning himself to nursing a beer after he’d given up on the Scotch. He had to be prepared to drive home which meant no more hard liquor for him. Although he could’ve easily convinced one of his brothers to take him home if he absolutely wanted to. Now that they were all there, at least one of them would’ve obliged him.

In fact, he could’ve convinced his father as well.

Exactly why Curtis Walker showed up at Moonshiners was still a mystery. Travis figured it had something to do with Zane, but he didn’t question the man. His father had every right to hang out with his sons, have a beer or three and get his ass handed to him at pool by his future daughter-in-law.

“What are you sulking over here in the corner for, boy?” Curtis asked as he clapped Travis on the back, jarring him hard enough that his teeth rattled and he damn near spilled his beer.

“Not sulking,” he lied. He was brooding. There was a difference.

“Still trying to bullshit a bullshitter, huh, boy?” Curtis laughed, a booming sound that had people turning to look his way.

“It’s my life’s mission.”

“I’ve noticed that.” Curtis signaled the waitress to bring another beer as he pulled up an empty stool and took a seat at the small table Travis was currently leaning over.

“What’s going on with you?” his father asked, turning to face him and looking entirely too serious.

Travis considered telling his father what was going on, but that thought was fleeting. The last thing he needed was to have his father giving him advice. He doubted Curtis would understand what was bothering him, even if he did explain himself. He also wasn’t interested in putting a shamed look in his father’s eyes.

Nope, this was his secret to keep, and as far as he was concerned, if Curtis never learned about Travis’ warped way of thinking, the better off he would be.

“Nothin’,” Travis answered, peeling back the label on his beer bottle and staring at it like he’d just found gold.

“Horseshit,” Curtis said, his voice low and menacing.

Travis slid his eyes up to his father’s, realizing his father was trying to keep his voice low enough that no one else could hear. To ensure no one had heard, Travis peered over his shoulder. His brothers were lined up around the pool table, watching Brendon play Braydon, the twins giving one another hell as they went along.

Nope, no one seemed interested in the conversation he was having with his father.

“How’s the resort coming along?”

Travis was surprised his father had opted to forego the confrontation he felt was coming. Being the oldest, Travis had developed a close relationship with his father over the years and there’d been a few occasions when Curtis had managed to pry details out of him that he hadn’t wanted to share. Granted, he was a little more private about his life at this point, but he knew if Curtis tried hard enough, he might just get Travis to crack under the pressure.

“It’s ahead of schedule,” he told his father. “Seems my daily rants are keeping them on their toes.”

“That’s my boy,” Curtis said with pride. “Ever come up with something I could do?”

Travis grinned. His father had been pestering him about giving him a job at the resort as soon as it opened. Even after he’d been brutally honest about what would be going on there, Curtis had still been interested. His exact words, “Son, you think I had seven boys because I winked at your mother?” Travis hadn’t taken the bait because the last thing he wanted to think about, much less talk about, was his parents’ sex life. No thanks.

“I’m sure I’ll come up with something by the time it opens,” he answered. It was the same answer he’d given him time and time again. He fully intended to give his father options, but he still didn’t understand how the man would have time to do anything more than manage the ranch. Sure, they had a full time ranch foreman and plenty of help to handle the day to day, but Curtis always had liked keeping his hands in the pot so to speak.