Page 205 of The Brothers at Horseshoe Ranch

“You guys are watching a movie, or you guys are making a movie?” He chuckled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what I mean. The sort of movie you wouldn’t want to find on the internet.” He winked at me.

“What?” I thought for a second, and then I realized what he was talking about. “Chet Hamilton, you’re such a douche bag. No, Sadie and I are not making a fucking porno movie.” But even as I said the words, I could feel myself growing hard at the thought.

“Eh, well, if it’s not you, it’ll be someone else.”

“Chet! That’s not even funny. Don’t even look at Sadie. Do you hear me?”

He held his hands up quickly. “It’s not me you need to worry about, bro. Every guy in town wants to get with Sadie Johnson. She’s the most beautiful woman around.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Dude, Sadie was always a pretty thing, and now she’s absolutely gorgeous.” He shook his head. “Plus she’s a cowgirl, she knows how to work a farm, she knows how to shoot a gun and fish and hike and hunt. She’s the perfect woman.”

“Whatever.” I sighed. “Don’t say that around her, please. I do not want that going to her head.”

“What? You don’t want her to know that there’s a long line of men that want to be with her?”

“Dude, she doesn’t need to get married anytime soon. She’s only 25 years old.”

“Oh, my God, Wyatt. You’re so stupid. You know that, right?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“If you want her, then you need to make a move, and I suggest you make it fast.”

“What are you talking about? She’s my best friend. I don’t want her.”

“Yeah. Your best friend is in your bedroom, sitting on your bed or in your bed so that you can watch a movie together. Like, come on, dude. You’re twenty-five years old, not five. I mean, it wasn’t even cute when you were fifteen, let alone now.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Dude, you sleeping with a beautiful woman in your bed. You don’t wake up with a hard-on?” He stared at me. “Seriously, are you straight?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Chet? Of course, I’m straight.” I said to him and shook my head. “Sadie is my best friend, and I don’t look at her like that. She is a girl, but I don’t consider her a woman in that sense of the word.”

I flashed back to her, standing in my room in her bra and panties, and swallowed hard. That had been true up until this evening. Now I couldn’t get the image of her sexy body out of my mind. Fuck. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but at least she had on a t-shirt and boxers now, so it wasn’t like she’d be flashing me in that sexy bra and barely-there underwear again.

“I think you know exactly what I mean, Wyatt.” Chet chuckled. “She’s getting to you, isn’t she?”

“What are you talking about?” I was frazzled now.

“Dude, I saw the look in your eyes just now.” He grinned. “You’ve noticed that little Sadie is all grown up.”

“What?” I said.

“She’s sexy as hell. Come on, Wyatt. Let’s be real here. Every cowboy in the fucking state wants her.”

“If you say that again, Chet, I will sock you. Don’t you ever talk about Sadie like that.”

“Okay, then. Well, have a nice night, Wyatt, with your delusions.” He laughed.

“You’re a jerk, you know that?”

“I’m just being honest, but hey, if you don’t want to listen to me and you don’t want to listen to Mom …”

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