Page 33 of Rough Cowboy
My heart stops at the mention of my vlog. It’s been over two months since I posted on it—two months of hiding my pregnancy from my followers. Two months of fear of what they would say or the massive amount of advice everyone seems to be dishing out.
“Restoring the old ranch would be a good comeback for the vlog,” Silver says.
I’m shocked Silver knows any knowledge about my vlog.
“Comeback?” Sammy asks. “Why are you calling it a comeback? Did you stop vlogging?”
I’m almost as surprised Sammy overlooked the second I stopped.
“How did you not notice?” Silver opens the freezer and takes out a tub of ice cream. “You’ve been home for two weeks, and she hasn’t once tried to corner us into a live video. Are there clean spoons?”
“Open a drawer,” Sammy snarls at him, then gives me a soft look. “Why did you stop vlogging?”
I shrug. “No one reason. I’ve been preoccupied with other things.” I point to my middle. “The baby, for one.” And there I go, cradling my middle again. “How did you not notice I stopped?”
“That’s a good question,” Silver quips. “Even I noticed, and I’m not her best friend or whatever the fuck you two have going on.”
“Silver has a point.” I hate to admit it.
“I do.”
“Shut up,” I snap.
“I’ve been sealing the deal on this property. Making arrangements to fix it up. It’s not just signing papers and voila.” Sammy tosses the dishcloth in the sink.
“Considering Wheeler’s posts took off, and he’s not half as good lookin’ as we are, I think your channel would thrive if you vlogged the rodeo Wilde twins fixin’ up this old place.” Silver fishes a package from one of the gift bags and tears open a pack of baby utensils. He digs a baby spoon into the ice cream.
“Dude?” Sammy lifts his hands in a questioning motion.
“What? The kid isn’t using it right now.”
Sammy gathers a handful of the bags and heads down the hallway. “The bedrooms are this way. Silver, you can have any on the left side. Elsie and mine are on the right.”
“Coming.” I circle the counter and yank the spoon out of Silver’s hand.
“Hey!”
I take the tub of ice cream too. “You want to challenge me?”
He raises both hands and smirks at me. “I’m always up for a challenge. What do you have in mind? Or does you screwing Sammy mean we’re off limits?”
