Page 44 of Halfway to Hell
Roan pointed behind Texas again. “Sunday.”
Glancing back, Texas smiled as he watched Sunday approach. When she reached him, Texas shot Roan a look, silently telling him to leave. Instead Roan just shook his head and stayed put.
“Did you get a word in edgewise?” Texas asked Sunday. He was pretty sure his aunt and mom had talked her ears off.
“Yes, your Aunt Helen and Mom were very chatty.” Sunday smiled, thinking how quickly she’d realized she was outmanned and outsmarted by the two older women. It was like navigating a minefield with all their questions and information.
“They gave me a tour of the house, the restaurant, and the gift shop before showing me where to find you. They ask a lot of questions.”
Texas shot a look at his brother. “Can you please leave?”
Roan held up his hands in surrender. Texas was killing him with those damn spin kicks. Shaking off the pads, Roan tossed them aside and headed for the door.
“You don’t have to ask me twice. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t, children.”
“Thanks, Dad!” Texas yelled after him.
Texas and Sunday needed to talk about what to tell everyone about why she was with him. His family knew he was in an MC, but they had no idea about the other work he did. If they found out he was risking his life for others, they’d support him, but they’d also be upset.
Texas often had to remind his family that he was a grown-ass man.
He’d already been bombarded with a barrage of questions. How old Sunday was, and whether he thought it was wise to date someone so much younger. It was an argument he hoped to avoid.
His dad had led the charge until Texas reminded him that his mother was ten years younger than his father.
His brothers just made jokes about how one day she’d have to wipe his ass and feed him. Texas laughed along, but deep down, their comments began to gnaw at him.
Finally, he told them Sunday was just a friend. Someone who’d recently been through a bad breakup. He’d brought her to the farm to give her a place to figure things out.
But all that did was spark a whole new barrage of questions.
Once his brothers had left, Texas tugged off the boxing gloves. Setting them aside, he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face and chest.
Straddling the workout bench, Texas patted the seat beside him. “Tell me what Aunt Helen and Mom asked you.”
Sunday straddled the bench facing him. “Only if you tell me what your dad and brothers asked you.”
Smart cookie, Texas thought.
Chapter Eighteen
Texas glanced over his shoulder.The phone wedged between his cheek and shoulder as he dried his hands on a towel. “Eros has a big mouth,” he said, shaking his head.
“Yeah,” Cree chuckled, “but his heart’s the same size.” He grinned. “So, we’re gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few days. Thought I’d finally cash in on that offer for a place to crash.”
Texas smirked. “I’ve been offering you a spot for years, and now you’re cashing in?”
“Yep. Got a woman who’s hellbent on finding the best cider in town.”
“You’re welcome to crash here anytime,” Texas said easily.
“Thanks, brother.”
“No worries.”
The line went quiet. Texas let the phone drop into his hand and sighed. Now he had to break it to Sunday that they were having company.
He found her making the bed, the soft rustle of the sheets filling the quiet room. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched in quiet reverence, feeling a strange warmth at seeing her so comfortable in his house—like this space, usually his alone, had somehow made room for her.
