Cowgirls Don't Cry (Rough Riders 10)

Brandt couldn’t keep his jaw from dropping. “Are you serious?”

“Completely. But we should also point out in doin’ this we couldn’t single out your father. So me’n Cal and Charlie all officially retired too. The fourth generation of McKays are now one hundred percent in charge of the McKay cattle company and the ranch.”

“So…you knew this all when my dad came to see you?”

“No. We listened to him, told him we’d hafta wait until Monday to talk to the attorney. Then Tuesday we met up and told him what we’d decided.”

“How’d he take it?”

They exchanged another look and Cal spoke. “He didn’t say a lot, Brandt, bein’s that he was dealin’

with your mother leavin’ him.”

“We couldn’t tell him where Joan’s been stayin’,” Carson said. “Caro and Kimi and Vi have spent the last few days helpin’ her…hell, I don’t know what the four of ’em have been doin’.”

A minute or so of awkward silence hung in the air.

“Do you have any questions?” Carson asked.

“About a million. But they’ll keep. Wait, there is one, since I went off her grid for a few days.” He sent Jessie an apologetic look. “Did you talk to Tell or Dalton about any of this?”

Charlie shook his head. “As a matter of fact, we haven’t told our sons about it yet. Wanted to let you know first, since it changes everything for you and your brothers.”

That floored him. He’d gone from flipping through the classifieds to find work to finding out he had a bigger stake in the ranch than before.

“No doubt our boys will be on board, happy to be kickin’ the old men to the curb,” Carson said dryly.

“Little do they know we’re gonna be watchin’ them closer than ever.”

“Yeah, only thing that’ll change is we ain’t haulin’ our asses outta bed to do chores at the crack of nothin’ any more,” Cal said.

“A benefit of bein’ retired,” Charlie added. “Effective immediately.”

All three men laughed. Then they stood.

“We’d best get on our way so we can have this same conversation again. Luckily, all the boys will be together later this afternoon so we’ll only have to do it once.”

Boys. Brandt wondered if these guys would still be calling them boys when they were in their sixties.

“I’d like to be a part of the conversation, if you don’t mind. Me’n Tell and Dalton.”

“Thinkin’ of makin’ some changes already?” Carson asked.

“We’ll see, but it’ll nice to be involved in the decision makin’ process for once.”

“Agreed.”

Brandt slipped his arm around Jessie’s waist and pulled her close. “Anything else?”

“Just one.” Carson looked between Brandt and Jessie. “We’re all happy for you two.”

He waited for Carson to add something, like Luke would be happy for them, too, or advise them to start having McKay babies, but he turned away and spoke to Cal as they put on their winter wear.

“Did you hear what Liesl did the other day?”

“Yeah, Eliza told me.”

“Was she in on it?”

“No, but I swear them two girls are gonna be more trouble than all their male cousins combined.”

“Probably more than their uncles and fathers combined,” Charlie offered.

All three men groaned on their way out the door.

Brandt tugged Jessie on his lap and just held her, trying to process everything. And she rested her head into that spot on his body that’d been made for her.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?”

“How it’s sad your uncles’ wives are finally offering Joan support now, when she doesn’t need it. She needed it years ago.”

Brandt kissed her forehead. “It’s sweet of you to stand up for her, Jess, but my mom should’ve asked for support years ago. Plus, it just goes to show you that it’s never too late to change.”

“True. Do you think Joan just needs time away? That she and Casper will get back together down the road?”

“I don’t know. I plan on keeping my nose out of their marriage and I hope they extend us the same courtesy.”

Jessie wrapped her arms around his neck. “Speaking of marriage…when are we making it official?”

“Within the week, Jess. I’m not givin’ you time to change your mind. So pick a day.”

“You’re serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. Let’s do it as soon as possible.”

“But what about—”

Brandt smothered her protest with a kiss. A kiss that heated rapidly, as kisses between them were prone to do. He kept kissing her, pouring everything of himself, everything he was feeling into her. He rested his forehead to hers. “I want to spend my life with you, Jessie. Every day. With you as my wife. I don’t want to wait because my feelings ain’t ever gonna change.”

“I feel the same.” Jessie laughed. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“How about Friday?”

“Oh. Wait. It’s not Friday the thirteenth, is it?”

He laughed. “Knowing our luck, it probably is. But I can’t help but think our luck is about to change.”