Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,70
of the truck as I put my bags in the back.
“If Billings is a trial run, why do you need to go to Pueblo after?”
I could hear it in his voice. It wasn’t disappointment; it was sadness. I knew my father liked having both me and Brock back on the ranch, so the knowledge that I was leaving for a few weeks had him rattled.
“It’s just to get me back into the swing of things. It’s been a while since I’ve been in that world, Dad. Nothing is permanent. I didn’t sign any contracts. I need to see if this is something I want to get back into. I miss it.”
He forced a smile.
“What about the education program you started?” my mother asked. “The breeding side of the ranch, Ty? You started that too.”
I glanced over to Brock, who was standing off to the side. “Brock said he’d take over for me until I get back.” I faced both of them. “I didn’t sign a contract; I’m just testing the waters. Seeing if this is something I want to get back into.”
My mother nodded, then winked. “Well, at least it’s safer than your last gig.”
I laughed and kissed her on the cheek. Turning to my father, I extended my hand.
“I’m proud of you, Ty. I want you to know that. Your mother and I will support you always, no matter what you do. If this is something you feel in your heart you want to pursue, we’re behind you a hundred percent.”
I pulled him in for a hug. “I appreciate that, Dad.”
He gave me a firm slap on the back, and we stepped apart.
My mother cupped my face, turning it to the left and then to the right. “Don’t be letting them put all sorts of makeup on that pretty face of yours.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And, Ty,” she said, reaching for my arm to stop me from getting into the truck. “Don’t get a girl pregnant.”
My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid. I know about the women you’ve . . . entertained . . . in the past. Don’t be getting careless and letting them fall into your bed. It’s time to start thinking about your future and not your penis.”
Snapping my head to my father, I said, “Dad, seriously? Can you explain to her how wrong that all was?”
He laughed, and so did Brock.
“Son, someday when you do get married, you’ll learn which battles to pick. This is not one of them I choose to gear up for.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mom, you are not allowed to talk about my sex life or my . . . penis. Ever again.”
She lifted a brow. “Then don’t give me a reason to, and we’re all good, son.”
With a sigh, I slid into the truck and shut the door. My folks stepped back as Brock leaned in.
“You sure about this?” he asked in a low voice.
“Of course I’m sure about it. This might not be bull riding, but at least I get to be around it. I need to see if this is something I’m meant to do.”
His brows pulled in tight. “I meant, leaving without even saying goodbye to her.”
“Who?” I asked, knowing damn well he meant Kaylee.
He shook his head. “She hasn’t been herself since you went to New York.”
I started the truck. “I’m sure she’s fine. She’s got Channing.”
“Ty—” Brock started, but I cut him off.
“Take care of Mom and Dad, and don’t fuck up the ranch. Mitchell Williams is interested in Might Fine. He’s ready for the fourteen-pound dummy when he goes out for his next bucking session.”
Brock nodded, but I knew the last thing he wanted to talk about was the bull I’d been training to buck. It had been my idea to get into bucking-bull breeding, and Brock and Tanner were on board with it. I couldn’t help but feel guilty at the idea of leaving all that behind.
Brock finally smiled, then gave me a pat on the back. “I’ve got it covered here. Knock ’em dead, big brother.”
I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t. My adrenaline was pumping as I let the sights and sounds of everything sink in. Dressed in jeans, boots, a button-down shirt, and a brand-new cowboy hat, I walked into the CBS control room.
Rich stood, reached his hand out, and then pulled me in for a bro hug. “Holy shit, Shaw. It’s damn good to see you again, man.”