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Elaina had exclaimed many times about how the men in the family didn’t know how to open their mouths when they talked. We all mumbled and jumbled our words together and expected everyone around us to read our minds.
I had my own dreams, which included a husband and a farm full of little rug-rats running around. Dad laughed when I told him. Elaina had smacked his shoulder and lectured him about being gay in the twenty-first century and how it didn’t mean I couldn’t have those things like everyone else. Dad stumbled over apologies for a month. He’d always done his best to be accepting of my sexuality—even though some people in town weren’t.
“Is that a dog? What the hell do you feed it?” “Underhanded men from developing companies who want to try and take my land. Still wanna talk?”
“Oh, that’s ripe. I ain’t never met a man with a bigger ego than you before. Do you practice in front of a mirror every mornin’? ’Cause you got it down.”
“My gorgeous prince charmless has arrived. I best hurry, I’m pretty sure he turns into a full-fledge asshole at the stroke of midnight.”
“You look good up there for a city slicker.” “Don’t you fucking flirt with me right now, asshole. I need all my concentration on not dying.”
“You’re gonna break my heart, Lachlan Montgomery. I just know it. And I’m powerless to stop it.” The sadness that filled his eyes stabbed me in the chest. I didn’t ever want to hurt this man. He didn’t deserve it, but I feared he was right. He saw through me right to my core. He knew the man I was, and he knew he was asking way more than I could offer.
“He likes you, Lachlan. A lot. I see it in his eyes and in the way he talked about you all bloody night. Please don’t break my son’s heart. He doesn’t give it easily to just anyone, but he’s already handed it over to you, and I don’t think he even knows it.”
Later that night, we made love without words. Our hearts said all we couldn’t. Easton gave himself to me wholly and completely, and in the wee hours of the morning, I gave myself to him. There was nothing in the world that quite compared to sleeping in Easton’s arms.
