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No. She had no clue. Chassie half-wondered if he’d overheard her conversation with Keely earlier this morning about having both Trevor and Edgard in her bed and in her life.
Colt did a curious thing. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Sweet dreams, sweet little cuz. See you in the morning.” Then Colt re-crossed his arms over his chest and turned back to the window, gazing into the night.
Feeling dismissed, Chassie crept back to her room, wondering how she could get to sleep without at least one warm body beside her.
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Chapter Thirty-one
Chassie left the McKays around nine the next morning. She’d run a few errands for Aunt Carolyn, including driving to Moorcroft to talk to Kade and Skylar in person about Cam. Her cell phone died, which meant she hadn’t spoken to Trevor for twenty-four hours. She missed her husband. She missed home. She missed Edgard. She missed her damn goat.
Her head throbbed, her heart hurt, her jaw was sore from clenching her teeth to keep from bawling. She was an emotional wreck when she considered the jumbled messes in her life: Trevor’s status with his family, the situation with Edgard, losing out on Gus’s land, and dealing with family tragedies. All Chassie wanted was to climb in bed for three solid days. She damn near wept when the old farmhouse came into view.
And tears did leak out when both her men ambled up to the truck right after she’d parked.
“Missed you, baby.” Trevor pulled her into his arms and laid a big, wet kiss on her.
He frowned at her forehead. “What the hell happened to your face?”
“I knew I forgot to tell him something.” Edgard gave Trevor the abbreviated version of the run-in with Greta, which didn’t appease Trevor at all.
“That goddamn goat was a bad idea. We shoulda talked about buyin’ it first.”
“You’re the one who’s always bitchin’ about me talkin’ stuff to death, Trev.”
“That is true,” Edgard added.
“Shut up, Ed.” Trevor traced the area around the bandage that looked a little worse for the wear. “Does it hurt?”
“Actually, yeah. I forgot my painkillers and antibiotics here because I didn’t expect to be at the McKays’ that long.” Chassie nestled her face into Trevor’s chest. “I wanna shower and then I wanna crawl in bed.”
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Edgard grabbed her hand and rubbed his mouth over the inside of her wrist. “Missed you. I’m glad you’re home and I won’t let Trevor kill Greta. I’ll make certain he treats her with kid gloves while you’re resting up.”
Trevor snorted.
Tires crunched and a big white Dodge Dually crept up the driveway. It wasn’t a vehicle Chassie recognized until she saw the big winch sticking out of the front. She muttered, “Shit,” under her breath.
“Who is it?” Edgard asked.
“Colt McKay,” Trevor answered. “What the hell is he doin’ here?”
“I hope it’s not more bad news about Cam.”
The truck bounced as Colt stepped off the chrome running board. He’d taken to wearing ball caps rather than cowboy hats during the workday. Chassie thought Colt seemed more accessible, not a larger than life drop-dead gorgeous cowboy in his prime who hid his eyes and emotions under the brim of a big black hat.
Colt thrust out his hand to Edgard. “If it ain’t the Brazilian. I heard you were around these parts. Nice seein’ you again.”
“You too, Colt.”
Edgard knew Colt? Then Chassie realized Edgard must’ve met Colby’s family members at various rodeo events in the years they traveled together.
After Colt shook Trevor’s hand, he faced Ed again and asked, “How long you stayin’, Edgard?”
The moment of truth. A collective pause hung in the air as Chassie waited for someone—anyone—to answer.
Trevor clapped Edgard on the back. “Ed’s decided to move here with us. Ain’t that great?”
Relief so profound swept through Chassie she almost crumpled to the ground and wept.
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“Sure is.” Colt smiled. “I’ll look forward to seein’ you around. I suppose with you partnerin’ up with Trevor again there ain’t a chance in hell that Kade and I will ever win the team ropin’ championship at the Devil’s Tower Rodeo, eh?”
Edgard grinned back. “You can try.”
“That you can bank on.” Colt turned to Chassie. “Thanks for comin’ over yesterday.
I didn’t get a chance to say thank you this mornin’ with all the hullabaloo that’s goin’