Page 118 of The Wounded Warrior

“We got approved. Rory’s bringing bubbly. Come over?”

“Be there in ten.” He knew Matt was grinning—he could hear it. “I knew it five minutes ago, Lulu.”

“I know, but I had to call.” He wanted to tell the whole damned world.

“Call Preacher. He’ll want to know. See you soon.” Click.

Asshole.

He dialed Preacher next, then John, who had done a website for him and walked him through setting up secure Wi-Fi and shit.

By the time that was done, he was fucking exhausted and his lover’s pickup was rolling down the gravel drive.

Luke headed back in to find his chair. His legs were shaking, the adrenaline getting to him. Damn, this was really going to happen. His fucking dream.

Rory came in with a bag of tacos, some limes, a six-pack of Coronas and a bottle of champagne. Impressive. A tower of efficiency, his Rory.

“Hey, babe.” He wheeled out to the big porch and waited, grinning like a newborn fool.

“Hello, Mr. Rancher Man. I come bearing Rocking W-warming gifts.” Rory was all grins. The weekends at the ranch were making his lover bronzed, buff in a way no gym ever could, and even with a hat, that hair was going white-blond.

“Hey, lover. Get over here and congratulate me before Matt comes.”

“Ooh.” Rory’s eyes lit up. “Are you talking hugs and frenching congratulations, blow job congratulations or riding you like a prize pony congratulations?”

“Butthead.” Luke held his arms wide open. “Kiss me and we’ll hold off on the rest until Matt’s gone.”

“Mmm. I like the idea of christening the place.”

Rory kissed him hard, and it made Luke’s voice hoarse when he said, “Like we haven’t made love in here.”

“Not in here after it passed inspection!”

“True.” They definitely needed to remedy that.

The scratch of tires on gravel had them laughing, Matt breaking up the moment. That was okay. Matty had as much to do with this as they did.

Rory settled on his lap, making huge, foul sex noises as Matty walked up the steps.

“I will kill you, man.” Matty’s grin was wide, though, and he held his twin’s gaze. They’d done it. It was going to be real.

“We did it,” Luke said aloud, mainly for Rory’sbenefit. “The VA guy starts Monday, and our first clients arrive Wednesday.”

“Well, I guess we have some busy days ahead of us.” Matt sniffed. “Do I smell tacos?”

“How does he do that?” Rory asked.

“We LeBlancs have excellent sniffers.” Luke wrinkled up his nose.

“Good to know.” Rory kissed his jaw, his lips moving over his skin.

“You two stop it,” Matty growled. “Where’s the grub?”

“Champagne first.” Rory hopped up, headed for the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder first, with an evil grin. “Don’t worry, Matt. I’ll serve it in a red Solo cup, that way you’ll know what to do with it.”

“Yep. I will shove it up your smart ass, McConnell. How the hell did I end up stuck with you as a future in-law?”

“You were a very, very good little boy?”

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