Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Rebel

Silence warned her Joel was done. She turned toward where she expected him because getting scared by his approach and screaming would undo the positive vibes stealing over her.

His grin when he spotted her was a huge reward. “Well, look at you. You found the surprise.”

She nodded, moving in slow motion as if she’d been stuck in a deep freeze for a while. “I’m not freaking out.”

Joel joined her, his smooth stride eating up the space between them. “You’re not, and that’s super.”

He wrapped her in his arms and squeezed her tight in a hug, and Vicki sighed with happiness.

When he let her go, it was to grab her hand. “You want to be properly introduced?”

“Go inside there?” With Sable? Ummm .

“No.” Joel tucked her under his arm. “We’ll give Sable a break and keep the visiting to a distance. But if you peek through, you can whisper a hello to Comet.”

“You’ve named him…her…already?” Vicki leaned against Joel’s side as she looked the baby over.

“Dad did. Something to do with bloodlines. His sire was Shooting Star.”

“Cool.” Yeah, this wasn’t bad. Vicki smiled up at Joel. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Nice seeing you so close to the stall without me having to entice you there.”

“Oh.” Vicki smiled wider. “Enticement? You mean I went and blew a chance to win a prize?”

Joel wiggled his brows, and Vicki laughed, lowering her voice because, you know, there was a baby right there in front of them.

Sable made that strange sound again, and Joel let Vicki loose. “Just a minute, Sable’s feeling neglected.”

He reached in and stroked the horse’s nose, patting her on the side and cooing over her as if she were the baby. Sable shook her head as she leaned into Joel’s touch.

Yeah, Vicki understood that sentiment. The man had magic hands, and if she were the one being petted right now, she’d be pressing closer and looking for more attention as well.

Vicki slipped her fingers into Joel’s free hand and squeezed tight.

Joel gave Sable one last brush, then led Vicki away. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of me too,” Vicki confessed.

She did a check as Joel guided her. Heart rate seemed normal. She hadn’t screamed. She adjusted her step to go a touch faster to keep up with Joel’s longer stride, but she still attempted to imitate the Coleman cowboy walk.

Joel stopped them at the barn door. “Hmm, don’t know what it is, but put a pretty girl in cowboy boots and it makes her even prettier.”

“You sweet talker, you.”

“Come on, ready for your reward?”

That expression he wore was the naughty one. The one warning of physical pleasure and bliss. “Well, Joel Coleman, it looks as if you intend to seduce me or something nefarious.”

“Nothing nefarious, I’m going to give you another lesson, and we’re both going to have a hell of a good time.”

Joel glanced around Traders, a pleased sensation trickling over him. The family was out in full force, and this time there had been no hesitation in welcoming Vicki.

Watching her bloom under the attention made him smile.

She deserved so much more than she’d gotten over the years, and if for the next little while he could help her, it was worth it.

“I’m playing pool for a bit, you okay?”

She glanced up from where she was planted between Lisa and Hope and nodded. “No problem.”

“We’ve got her.” Hope winked, and Joel was more grateful for his family than ever.

Except for one individual with a fucking bad attitude. Jesse had gotten worse instead of better over the past few weeks, and Joel was thoroughly sick of it. It was stupid shit, like not making enough coffee for two, or parking his damn truck across the roadway at an angle that meant Joel had to park on the road and walk.

Inconsiderate, childish things to let Joel know Jesse was pissed, but hell if his twin would tell him why.

“Need a partner?” He offered the olive branch regardless of what he’d prefer to say.

Jesse glanced over his shoulder. “You have time to play? You might need to run out of here, you know, if Vicki needs something.”

Matt thumped Jesse on the shoulder. “Shut up and quit being an ass. You want to play another round or not?”

Travis motioned to Joel. “Partner with me. We’ll kick their butts.”

The game proceeded with a little more vigour than usual. Suddenly it seemed vital to beat Jesse at whatever this was about, which wasn’t a damn pool game, but some other fight.

Travis chuckled, leaning down to whisper softly, “You scowl any harder and you’re going to break your face.”

Damn. “Maybe I’ll break Jesse’s face. He’s being a jerk.”

Across the table Jesse crowed at having made his shot, loud enough to draw attention from the rest of the room, patrons frowning.

“We all get that label at some time or another,” Travis pointed out. “Maybe it’s his turn?”

“Never the right time for this stupidity.” Joel straightened and hissed at his brother. “Jesse, stop the clowning around and play the damn game.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I not doing things the way you want me to? Gee, so sad.” Jesse lined up to sink another shot, and Joel’s temper flared.

Matt circled the table and rested his hand on Joel’s shoulder. “Easy there, big guy. Jesse’s being a brat, but if you keep looking at him like that, people will expect murder.”

Joel nodded and dragged in a steadying breath. He wasn’t sure why Jesse was pushing all his buttons.

It didn’t get any better as the evening went on, especially when Jesse sauntered over to where the girls were visiting and plopped down on the arm of Vicki’s chair.

Joel bristled and laid his pool cue on the table so he wasn’t tempted to skewer Jesse with it.

The cousins laughed at something Jesse said, but poor Vicki was leaning as far to the side of her chair as possible, trying to escape the arm Jesse had laid across the backrest.

Her gaze darted into the rest of the room, then fell, her expression tightening. Joel followed her line of vision and spotted a couple groups of girls whispering madly behind their hands as they gestured toward the Coleman table.

Fuck it all. This was exactly what they were supposed to avoid. What he’d promised Vicki they would not have to deal with. One poorly timed move by Jesse, and the past two months of Vicki and him being a couple was in jeopardy.

Joel grabbed Jesse by the back of the shirt and jerked him off the chair. He intended to make it less of a yank, but the anger burning inside from his brother’s fucked-up behavior didn’t help his reaction.

Jesse ended up sprawled on the floor, scrambling to his feet with his fists at the ready.

“What the hell was that for?”

Joel gestured toward the door. “Outside. And keep this quiet and polite, or you’ll regret it.”

“Fuck you.” In spite of his words, Jesse grabbed his hat and waved curtly to the crew before striding out of the pub, Joel hard on his heels.

Outside it was brisk. The snow hadn’t arrived yet, but the wintery temperatures were enough to cool Joel off. He relaxed his fists and gave Jesse the benefit of a doubt as they stepped into the parking lot and away from any listening ears.

They stopped beside Jesse’s truck.

“I’m sorry for jerking you off the chair. I was worried…” To hell with it. He met Jesse’s eyes and admitted the truth. “I was worried people would see you leaning in on Vicki and think she’s fooling around with you as well.”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “I haven’t touched the woman, and I’m not going to. Who gives a shit what people think?”

“She does.”