Colby shifted his youngest son, Austin, asleep on his lap, and pointed at the TV. “That’s gotta be a personal foul.”
“Give it up, Colby,” Cam said. “They’re gonna get their butts handed to them today.”
“And no pu**y ref call is gonna make a damn bit of difference,” Ben said. “Shit, I mean shoot, I’m not supposed to say the ‘p’ word in front of the kiddos, am I?”
“Nope,” Quinn said. “Ditto for the ‘d’ word and the ‘s’ word.”
“If poor Ben can’t curse he ain’t gonna have no language skills at all,” Chase drawled from the other side of the room.
Ben whipped a pillow at him. “Fu—I mean funny.”
Chase caught the pillow, almost without looking.
Colt whistled. “You oughta be playin’ ball instead of ridin’ bulls.”
“I’ll pass. No buckle bunnies waitin’ for a hard ride after a baseball game like they are after a bull riding expo.”
Tell sighed. “Dude. You have the perfect life.”
Brandt looked around. This room used to seem so big, but now it couldn’t hold them all. Colt was backed against the wall with Hudson on his lap. Cam was kicked back in the recliner with his two youngest boys sprawled on him. Quinn’s son Adam rested his head on Quinn’s thigh. Kade leaned against the recliner, his lap empty. Didn’t appear his girls were the slightest bit interested in football.
A dark haired boy Brandt recognized as Carter’s middle son, Spencer, was curled up in the corner.
But he didn’t see the kid’s father. “Where’s Carter?”
“Workin’ on some art thing. Said he’d be by later.”
Colt snorted. “So he says. But since he sent Macie over here with all the kids, what do you think the chances are that’ll happen?”
“Slim to none,” Colby said.
Brandt hadn’t seen Keely’s husband, Jack, either. “Where’s Keely?”
“She and Jack went to his mom’s in South Dakota for Thanksgiving.”
“That’s because she wants to be here on Christmas to see the looks on our faces after she gives each of her nephews a drum set,” Cord said. When his youngest son, Foster, snuggled into his chest, Cord gently patted his back and lowered his voice. “If she ain’t bluffin’ I swear I will strangle her.”
“Yeah, well, get in line. She informed me the nieces are getting tambourines,” Cam pointed out. “That ain’t any better.”
“Keely just told you guys this?” Brandt asked.
“Yep, she doesn’t want anyone to ‘steal’ her present ideas, since she’s dragged Jack along as her pack mule for Black Friday sales shopping.”
“Poor bastard,” Ben said.
“That ‘b’ word is off limits too,” Quinn reminded him.
“I just got a text from Jack that said, Kill me now,” Carter said.
Everyone turned toward Carter, who stood behind Brandt.
“Hey, you are here,” Kade said.
“I said I would be.” Carter’s gaze moved between Colt and Colby. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys.”
“Even you gotta admit you lose track of time when you’re workin’ on a new sculpture,” Cam said.
“What is this? Pick on Carter day?”
“Yep, gotta uphold the tradition of pickin’ on the youngest since Keely ain’t here,” Cord said.
“Terrific.”
“Grab a seat.”
Carter looked around. “Where?”
“Good point.”
Chase stood. “You can have my spot. I need air.” As Chase passed by Brandt, he made the “wanna beer?” sign and Brandt nodded, grabbing his coat before he followed Chase out the front door.
The lid on the cooler slammed and Chase handed him a Bud Light. “Thanks.”
“No prob.”
Their breath came out in a misty white steam. “Damn, it’s cold out here.”
“Yeah, but it’s quiet.” Chase took a long swallow. “I’m not used to bein’ around so many kids. I ain’t gonna lie. It drives me insane.”
Brandt didn’t say anything.
“Shit. Sorry. I forgot that you’re takin’ care of Luke’s kid for a while.”
“Don’t worry about it. But there’s a huge difference between one kid and twenty-some kids.”
“So how is it goin’ with Landon?”
He shrugged. “Okay. Jessie’s been workin’ with him to get him to talk more. He’s adjusted to bein’
around kids in the daycare, but the first couple of days were sheer hell for both of us.”
When Chase kept quiet, Brandt said, “You wondering how come I was such a bastard and brought Jessie into this?”
“I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t admit it crossed my mind.” Chase looked straight ahead and drank. “So you’re livin’ with Jessie? At her place?”
Brandt leaned across the railing. “For now. Why?”
“Just curious. Seems everyone is pairing up and producing the next generation of McKays.”
“She’s already paired up with one McKay and that didn’t work out so good for her.”
“That’s probably because she was paired with the wrong McKay to start with.”
Not touching that one.
“What about you? I read all about the ‘Wyoming Wild Man’ in the rodeo magazines. Sounds like you’ve got a girl in every town and left a string of broken hearts across the country.”
“You know how the media exaggerates.”
“So none of it’s true?”
Chase grinned. “Oh, it’s completely true. The raunchier stuff don’t make the trade mags.” He peeped over his shoulder, then back at Brandt. “I gotta admit, I love havin’ a different girl or two every night if I want. They wanna f**k a top fifteen bull rider and I let ’em. Win-win, right?”
“Right. Who’s the flavor this week?”
“Flavors—plural, as in Miss Rodeo Nevada and Miss Rodeo Montana. Damn good thing the states aren’t next to each other, huh?”
Brandt whistled. “You’ve always had a thing for them fancy types.”
“What’s not to love about big hair, tight jeans, high heeled boots, lots of cle**age and rhinestones?
Dude. I’m so there. Not to mention them queens can ride you hard and squeeze you dry. Ain’t nothin’ I like better than ridin’ double.”