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BOOK: Hay and Heartbreak

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He watched the man rise and turn to see who was pulling into the cemetery drive. Brendon noted the moment Ezekiel spotted the passengers in his sister’s car—that was when he made a beeline for his truck.

“Better hurry, Nessa, looks like your brother is going to bolt.” Not that it would deter Brendon. He would meet the man one way or another.

“Oh no, he isn’t!” Nessa declared, stomping on the hybrid’s brake pedal. She slapped the gearstick in park and jumped out, running after her brother. He watched Ezekiel’s back stiffen, saw him hesitate as though he were contemplating leaving his sister there, hollering in the graveyard. Of course he didn’t. Brendon hadn’t thought he would, not after the way Enessa had talked about her brother.

Ezekiel turned around to catch Nessa, who almost smacked right into him. Brendon gasped when he saw the man in person, he couldn’t help himself. That man was just so gorgeous, so fine that Brendon felt a quiver of uncertainty as he practically popped out of the little car to stand by Gloria. For once he worried about his looks, even if it made him feel like a vain fool. He simply didn’t know if he was attractive enough to catch Zeke’s attention, and that was a fear he’d never had before regarding another man.

Doesn’t matter
, he thought as he watched the interaction between the siblings. He wanted the man, and would do his damnedest to make it happen. Even though it was obvious from watching Enessa and Ezekiel that he wouldn’t have the opportunity just yet. Zeke was shaking his head at Enessa, then paused to hear her out on something, agreeing with whatever it was she said this time.

Never once did Zeke look over and notice the two people waiting by the car, but rather than be offended, Brendon thought it might work in his favor. If the man didn’t notice him, then he wouldn’t be wary about meeting him. It would all work out, he’d
make
it work out. Determination and hope coursed through him as he stood still, enjoying the gentle breeze that wafted around him. Enessa’s grin when she headed back toward them fed that hope, as did her words.

“Zeke’s not up to company right now, he has to get back to the ranch, but y’all are invited to supper tonight. With us both.” Nessa and Gloria smiled and waggled their eyebrows at Brendon, who couldn’t tamp down his own answering grin. He was just glad the girls couldn’t see the way his cock had tented his pants, again. Maybe tonight he would find some relief.

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About the Author

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

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