Page 15 of Double Cowboys
At that moment, a knock sounds on the door, and then it cracks open.
“Hey boss,” Winston says, poking his head in. “Got the supplement for the colt. I’m here to pick up Kiki.”
“Well then,” I say in a bright tone while rising to my feet. “I’ll be going. It was so nice to meet you, Mr. Madewell. And you too, Mr. Madewell,” I add, again almost painfully polite.
The handsome cowboys nod, their blue eyes twinkling.
“Nice to meet you, darlin’,” Colt drawls.
Cason looks a bit pensive, but then he speaks casually.
“By the way, Kiki, there’ll be a party next week. A fun little shindig, with homemade food, music, and even a pie-eating contest. Will you be coming?”
“Oh sure,” I say. “Is it at the ranch?”
“No, not at the Double C,” Cason responds in a smooth tone. “At another homestead nearby. It’s a holiday-type thing.”
I nod because it’s probably a community gathering, which isn’t unheard of around these parts. Cowboys from the area will gather with lots of vittles, some roping demonstrations, and maybe even a live band with some good tunes.
“Oh sure,” I say, assuming everyone at the Double C has been invited. “I’d love to go.”
“Perfect,” Cason smiles, his blue eyes gleaming. “We’ll let you know more details as the date approaches. But great meeting you,” he finishes as Winston guides me out the door.
“Take care of her,” Colt growls as the door shuts behind us. Once we get outdoors, the grizzled foreman turns to me. His expression is smooth, but his eyes sharp.
“Everything go okay in there?” he asks, his tone a bit too casual. “The bosses can be hard to get a read on sometimes.”
Wow, that’s something that’s definitely true. But I merely smile and nod politely as we make our way down the hall.
“Everything’s great,” I say, hiding the turmoil within. “I’m looking forward to the shindig they mentioned next week too. Let me know if there’s anything I need to prepare for the party, like glossing up the horse stock or even bringing food. I have a great recipe for buttermilk biscuits if the cook is amenable to another person in the kitchen.”
Winston throws me a strange look.
“Yes, the party,” he murmurs before looking away. “I’ll see if we need anything.”
Then, we reach the front door, and step outside into the sunshine. It’s a gorgeous day highlighting the beauty of the natural world, and Winston immediately begins launching into the daily workings of the ranch. I listen, but with only half an ear because why did the foreman act so weird about the party? It’s just a community get together … and yet somehow, I know the Madewell twins have something dirty in store for me.
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Colt
“You think she’s going to buy it?” I ask my brother.
Cason snorts while grabbing his keys.
“Probably not, but does it matter? We’ve already got one foot in the fire, so we might as well go full-throttle.”
I nod because my brother’s right. We’re springing a surprise on Kiki today, and it could go well, or it could be a complete clusterfuck. Only time will tell. Meanwhile, I grab the sheet cake that our cook prepped, and then reach for my keys.
“Ready?”
My twin grins.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
With that, we step outside of the Big House and into the sunlight. Kiki’s already waiting for us by the truck, and the airexits my lungs at the sight of the beautiful blonde because she’s even more gorgeous than I remember. Her golden hair flows down her back in a luscious wave, and she’s got a tight red and white checked shirt on, as well as a denim mini-skirt which highlights those long legs. Cowboy boots sheath her toned calves and the finishing touch is a cowboy hat which somehow looks coy and saucy on her, and not at all gimmicky. I understand that fashion girls like to dress “Western-style” these days, and the result is usually more Coachella than genuine Yellowstone. But Kiki’s style is authentic, not to mention ravishing.
But there’s a problem because we’re not headed to a party at a neighboring ranch. Or rather we are, except the shindig’s at our sister Becca’s place, and there are going to be over thirty Madewells there. It’s a family birthday for her daughter Josie, and Kiki’s a little sexy for our conservative relatives.
