Brokedown Cowboy

Jack was hell on cowboy boots, but he was a lot of fun to have around. So long as you weren’t counting on him for much.

“Yeah, well, one of us should go out there and get some.”

Liss resisted the urge to ask for any details regarding Connor and his getting-some status. She was willing to bet he wasn’t, but then, it wasn’t like he told her everything. And Connor’s sex life was absolutely none of her business. In fact, she had spent the better part of the past seventeen years ignoring the fact that he had a sex life. Or at least trying to.

“I’m happy for Jack to be the getting-some ambassador. Down with relationships!”

Connor chuckled. “I don’t think Jack orders his sex with a side of relationship.”

“He’s a better man than I am,” Liss said.

“Yeah, me, too.”

Well, that might answer her question. The one she wasn’t going to ask. The one she certainly wasn’t going to dwell on. Though she was dwelling a little bit.

“Okay, Connor, I really have to go now. Thank you for the coffee.”

“Thank you for the cereal. And the other things.”

“My unending friendship, my support, my willingness to give you the hard truths?”

“I meant the milk and the half-and-half. But sure.”

She shot Connor a mock dirty glare and gave him a good look at her middle finger before turning and walking out the door. The crisp air touched her skin, bathing her in a feeling of freshness. The weather had already cooled quite a bit, and mornings were starting to take on that tinge of salted frost that signaled the fact they were leaving summer further and further behind.

She walked down the stairs and toward her little Toyota. Good thing she had this car free and clear. And hopefully it stayed running. Since, thanks to Marshall, her credit was on life support. That asshole, driving off one day in the brand-new truck that had both their names on it. And then proceeding to not make payments. And then also continuing to use credit cards that were in both their names without her knowledge.

She’d been able to get a certain amount of dings on the report taken care of, but some of it the bureaus had been unwilling to reverse. Right about now she couldn’t get a car loan, or a new rental house, to save her life.

Which, because of the general stability of her lifestyle, wasn’t the biggest problem. Until a couple of days ago when she’d found out that her landlord needed her out of the house in thirty days because she was selling it.

Yes, that had thrown a wrench in the works.

But she would figure it out. She always did.

She could always move in with her mother, though the very idea of it made her shudder. She wouldn’t be living on the streets, anyway, ideal situation or not.

But she would worry about that later. First work, then poker. She could panic tomorrow.

CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_85015360-3b91-5297-a23c-6da37ec4fc91)

“GET OUT OF my house, Miller.”

His brother’s girlfriend looked up at him, the expression on her face comically innocent. “I came bearing gifts, Connor. Is that any way to greet a guest with presents?”

“You brought Beavers paraphernalia into my house. OSU fans can stay out on the lawn. We worship at the temple of green and gold here.”

Jack, who was already sitting at the table, thumped the side of the green ice bucket, proudly displaying the large University of Oregon O. “This is Duck country, sweetheart.”

Sadie batted her eyes. “I had no idea. I just found this bright orange bowl and thought it would be a great bowl to bring black and orange M&Ms in.”

“She’s a witch! Burn the witch!” Jack chanted from his position at the table.

“Light anything else on my property on fire and I will roast you over the flames, Monaghan,” Connor growled.

“Sorry, Con,” he said. “Bad joke, all things considered.”

Connor supposed it was. But then, if you couldn’t laugh at life’s shit, you might as well lie down in it and die. Which...he was closer to doing some days than he’d like to admit.

Sadie ignored him and walked into the house, putting her giant orange bowl on the table, an ugly blot near his hallowed Ducks ice bucket. “Eli should be by later. I invited Kate, too.”

This elicited a groan from Jack, and, he realized after the fact, from him, too.

“What?” Sadie asked. “Kate is my friend, and I want her here.”

“She’s my little sister,” Connor said.

“And I have to watch my mouth when she’s around,” Jack said.

“But you don’t,” Sadie said, arching her brow. “Anyway, your boys club gets stale. The testosterone is so thick a girl can hardly breathe.”

“Hey,” Connor said. “What about Liss?”

“She is an excellent source of estrogen, but firmly on your team,” Sadie said, reaching into her godforsaken bowl and taking out a handful of candy.

He supposed he couldn’t argue that point. Liss was his friend. And had been for years. She’d stuck by him almost as long as Jack. And she wasn’t obligated by blood the way Eli was. Considering that, he definitely owed her an apology for being such a jackass this morning. But hangovers were not his friend.

Considering that, he spent way more time with them than he should.

“She’s coming, right?” Sadie asked.

“Yeah, I’m surprised she’s not here yet.”

As if on cue, the door burst open and Liss all but tumbled into the room, dropping her purse on the wooden floor and letting out a frustrated growl. “My damn car wouldn’t start.” She straightened and pushed her dark, coppery hair from her forehead, her hazel eyes telegraphing her evil mood with supreme effect. “I tried for twenty minutes in the parking lot at work, and then when I was getting ready to call a tow truck, it started for no apparent reason. That’s not a good sign.”

Sadie closed the distance between herself and Liss and picked Liss’s purse up from the floor, not because Sadie was big into neatness, but because she seemed to like picking up after people. A therapist before she’d come back to Copper Ridge to open her bed-and-breakfast, Sadie liked fixing other people’s problems more than she liked just about anything else.

Except antagonizing them with sports rivalries, apparently.

“That sucks, Liss,” Jack said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes on the forbidden bowl of candy.

“Eat the candy, Jack,” Connor said, keeping his eyes on Liss.

She was wearing the same clothes she’d had on this morning, a pair of black dress pants and a blue button-up shirt, her hair hanging loose around her shoulders. She looked flustered, which was unusual for Liss.

“Just one more thing I don’t need,” she grumbled. “Something smells good.”

“Frozen pizza, à la me,” Connor said.