"Wonder if any other siblings are going to come out of the woodwork?" He heard a woman say.
"They all have to live together on the ranch … I'd give up my first born to live there with them."
He downed his drink and turned around but it was hard to tell who had made the comment. The groups of chattering men and women were all nestled around him.
He signalled for a second drink.
He'd been working long hours mainly because that was his way, but he also had a hard time going home to the ranch each night and finding strangers there. Yeah, he'd played pool with them, watched basketball with them, but essentially his new "brothers" were strangers. And like Trey and his horses, Wyatt had retreated to the one place where he could hide.
Of course Xander was nosing around looking for a way to make himself useful at Kelly Boots and he didn't blame the guy. He was an IT genius who had invented an algorithm that made finances easier to manage for large businesses.
"Quite the shindig," Nicholas said, coming up to him dressed in a tux.
Wyatt had high-carded him to get him to wear the "monkey suit" as Nicholas called it.
"Yeah, it is. Did you get the boots I sent over?" Wyatt asked. Each year Kelly Boots created one pair of speciality boots to be auctioned off. This year they'd made them in honor of Boots, and Wyatt had decided all four of his sons should have a pair that was distinctive but not as flashy as the ones made to represent Boots.
Nicholas nodded and gestured to his feet. "I'm not sure that my sponsor will be happy if the news gets out."
Nicholas was a pro, bull-rider champ. Having to spend a year living in Whiskey River was affecting him the most. His job was all about moving around the country and competing. All four of Boots's sons had been working with Ryder to try to find a loophole for Nicholas but for right now the rodeo cowboy was having fun playing pool and changing the names of the suites in their house from things like the Paloma suite to South Fork.
Wyatt had a chuckle over that, even though it was the suite named for his mom. She was ostentatious and over the top. It was classy but fussy. Give him a hardwood floor and a big leather couch and he'd be happy.
"Maybe it's time for a new sponsor," Wyatt said. He didn't like the idea of another boot company making money off his brother.
"Really?"
"Yeah," Wyatt said. No more hiding from these brothers. "Come by the office next week and we can figure it out."
"Sounds good," Nicholas said.
"Wonder which one is the best in the sack?" Wyatt heard a woman say.
"Me," Nicholas said, turning around. "Come and dance with me and I'll show you some of my moves."
Wyatt laughed as two women stepped forward and Nicholas wrapped his arm around both of them and led them to the dance floor. Nicholas reminded him a lot of their father. It wasn't his looks as much as the way he was around women. The easy way he moved through life.
Wyatt felt like he was always fighting something. Probably a legacy of his mother's intensity.
"I heard he does everything with his boots on."
Frustrated Wyatt turned to confront whoever said that. He took his boots off to have sex. Hell, what man wanted to sleep with his boots on?
He walked away from the bar whiskey in one hand. His reputation was well-earned but tonight he wasn't really sure he could be civil. He felt like his wild-catter ancestor Baron Kelly.
Wild. Unpredictable. Ready to howl at the moon.
"Why are you standing in the corner alone?" Chloe asked coming up next to her.
"I'm trying to decide if he's worth it," she said.
"Who?"
"Wyatt Kelly," Juliette said. She took a sip of her champagne cocktail and looked over at Chloe. "What do you think?"
"If I thought I had a chance with him I'd be over there in a second. Why are you hesitating?" Chloe asked.
"He's a one night man."
"One night man?"
"He doesn't do relationships. It's like he's trying to compete with the ghost of his father or something. But since I've been back in town all I've heard is how he romances a woman, sleeps with her, and then moves on. One night only."
"That's … crazy. I wonder why? Don't you want to just sit him down-"
Juliette laughed. Part of the reason Chloe had come to Texas with her was to start over. She had been tired of her life in Paris or so she said, but Juliette and Ariana both suspected it might have had something to do with a man.
"I do. But mostly I just want to get him in my bed," Juliette said. "See if I can't make him stay for more than one night."
"Maybe he has good reasons to keep things light. He just found out he's got two half-brothers he never knew about, that's got to be tough on a guy," Chloe said.
Chloe was smart about people. But then Juliette preferred to spend more of her time focused on work and not relationships. She didn't really know what the night would bring but she knew she wanted to see where things would go with Wyatt.
"I agree," Juliette said. "So back to me staring at him across the room. Maybe it's better to just let him be the one who got away."
"Perhaps. But you have that look in your eye," Chloe said. "The one that made me leave France and follow you to Texas."
"Do I?" Juliette asked. "Good. I think I'm going to need all the bravado I had then to go after him. Wish me luck."
"I don't think you're going to need it," Chloe said. "He's coming to you."
Juliette almost looked around but forced herself not to. Was she going to do this? Go after a man that all the gossips said was only after one night with a woman.
It wasn't that she expected every relationship she had to last forever but knowing that he probably only wanted one night made her want more.
It was messed up.
She knew better than to give into the wild feeling inside of her. It always led to trouble but right now trouble sounded good.
"Ladies," Wyatt said as he joined them. He tipped his head toward Chloe. Wyatt was dressed in a tux that looked like it had been tailor-made for him. He also looked very comfortable in it. His boots she recognized as part of Kelly Boots luxury range. She'd seen their high-end shop on the Champs Elysees in Paris.
"Wyatt," Juliette said, gesturing to Chloe. "This is my friend Chloe Cooper. We met in France. She's a world-class chef."
"Hello," Chloe said, holding her hand out.
Wyatt took her hand and shook it.
"I heard about your cooking from Trey," Wyatt said. Juliette watched Wyatt to see if he'd be intrigued by Chloe. But he just smiled at her and turned back to Juliette. "I'd like a dance."
"Me, too," she said.
"Please excuse us, Chloe," Wyatt said, leading Juliette out onto the dance floor.
A George Straight song, Let It Go, was playing and it seemed fitting to her. She stopped thinking about how long this could last; she knew from the past that no matter how much she tried to force the world to do her bidding, it continued to do its own thing.
He pulled her into his arms and she closed her eyes and thought about the fact that even here at home where she'd thought she would have more control, things were still changing in ways she didn't want.
She was happy for Ariana who'd found happiness with Trey. But at the same time a little … edgy about it. Things were going to change between them, they'd have to. Ariana's priorities were switching and once again it felt like Juliette was on the outside looking in at something she could never have.
But what?
She'd never been able to define what it was she really wanted.
"Honey, I can almost feel you overthinking this. It's just a dance," Wyatt said, his voice low pitched just of her ears.
She looked up into his eyes-those gorgeous grey-blue eyes of his-and wanted to let it go.
But it was hard.
"I'm not sure I can."
"I don't remember you being this intense," he said.
"I used to hide it better," she said with a half smile.
But, really, even as a child she'd been focused. She'd wanted something more than her workaholic mother had. And she'd thought she'd find it by moving to Paris. She almost had. This time-in Whiskey River-she would find it. She owned the business, well half-owned so there was nothing stopping her.
Most of the time it was easy to pretend around people, but tonight when she'd heard the room gossiping about Wyatt something had changed inside of her. If she were honest, she'd have to admit it had changed when they'd toured the factory a few days ago. She had seen something inside of him that had intrigued her. And he was no longer a stranger to her. He was a man she wanted to know.
"Well, no need to hide it tonight," he said.
"Just tonight?" she asked. She'd been hiding who she was for so long; even she wasn't sure who she was anymore.
"Let's start with that," Wyatt said.
What else would two people start with? She knew that and so let go of the half-baked ideas of being the woman who changed him and decided to enjoy this night of glamour under the big, Texas sky.