Page 50 of Brett and Rowdy
The sausage was browning when he got back to the biscuits, and Barney came tap tapping in, dancing a little.
“Door’s open, buddy. Have at it.”
Barney flew out the doggy door, Mr. Mann on his heels. “You know it’s bromance when he takes precedence over food.”
“You talkin’ to yourself, darlin’?”
“Yep. The dogs left me.” He chuckled, loving how Rowdy looked in his robe. “Biscuits and sausage in a bit.”
“Holy shit, man, are you cooking for me?”
“Yep.” They still had to talk about the visit, as he was thinking of it. They’d just made out and watched movies and talked about shit that had happened to them last night.
Taking it slow and easy.
“Well, I do like that. It smells amazing.”
“It’s nothing fancy. Just biscuits and gravy.”
“Hey! I can’t make either one,” Rowdy settled, chuckling deep in his chest.
“Well, buddy, you are blind.” He felt brave as fuck, teasing Rowdy this way. “That does make a difference.”
“Yeah. Really, I couldn’t have made them anyway. I mean, I wasn’t much of a cook before. I was riding a lot back then.” Rowdy stopped and stretched, the morning stubble making his lover look even hotter than he had been last night. “Actually, I ate a lot of sub sandwiches. Alotof them. You could get a great big one, eat part, save part. I like that. I like that you could pick your own stuff.”
He had to grin as he served up the biscuits, pouring the sausage gravy over the top. “Are you a picky eater?”
“No, I’m not picky. At least I don’t think I am. I just sort of like what I like.”
Brett did not point out that was the definition of picky. “So you’re ready to head out tomorrow?”
“I really am. We’ve got the trailer all packed up. Maddie is all good to go. She’s excited.”
“So…” He didn’t know quite what to say without sounding needy or weird. “If I came out to visit, what would be the easiest way to do it?”
Rowdy shrugged. “Well, if you wanted to come out with us now, you’d be welcome. So long as you’re comfortable being inthe back seat of the truck with the dogs, we would just take you with us, and then I can fly you home. If you want to fly out, I could have one of the hands or Maddie pick you up at the airport in Santa Fe or in Albuquerque, although that’s a drive. But we could just pack you up a suitcase, grab Mr. Mann’s stuff. If you could handle being in the back of the truck with three beasts, we could just go. Maddie might like having someone to spell her on the drive.”
He shrugged, trying to figure out why he shouldn’t go. He didn’t have any projects that were waiting for him. No commissions, no appointments he couldn’t hand off to his buddy Preston, who was also a farrier. He didn’t have a good reason not to go. “Do you think she’d mind?”
“I’ll ask her.” Simple as that. I’ll ask her.
“Okay. Cool. Mr. Mann is a super go baby.” He was as easy in the car as any dog Brett had ever seen. Better than Barney even. “Okay, why the hell not?” A cross-country road trip might be just what he needed.
His heart was just pounding.
One side of Rowdy’s lips quirked up into a smile. “Yeah? Rock on. Let me give Miss Maddie a call.”
He grabbed his phone, saying “text Maddie,” then “You up, baby girl?”
His phone immediately binged.
“Daddy, wherever you are, stay there. Don’t call,” Rowdy’s phone said.
Rowdy’s eyes went wide, and he licked his lips. “Huh. Well, I wonder what the hell that’s supposed to mean. Don’t call? My girl doesn’t send stupid texts…”
Brett shook his head, but a light bulb came on. “Dude, you, you knocked out a teacher at the high school parking lot. He’s a local, you’re not. You know there’s going to be repercussions.”
“Oh, fuck that. I’ll never come back to this motherfucking place again, not once I get my girl home.”
