Cash trots over, his shirt plastered to his chest and stomach. “Take a break if you need one. Drink lots of water. More’n you think you need.” “Who made you boss?” I say with a smirk. “Your daddy did. You best listen.” I wag my eyebrows. “Yessir.” Wyatt eyes us. “Is this some kinda weird foreplay y’all got going on?” “Nah.” I sip water from the thermos Cash dropped into my saddlebag earlier. Bless him, he put ice in it. “Just your brother pretending to be in charge.”
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