down his walls.
Besides, Carter didn’t date. He’d hook up with a woman, have sex with her, maybe see her a few more times, and that was it. He didn’t go chasing them, and never mixed business with sex.
“Grant Campbell?” the woman asked before Carter could speak. “I’m Karen Marvin.” She opened her small purse and held out a card. “Casting director for Weldwood Studios. We shoot commercials. I need a cowboy. Maybe three. And someone to put together the riding stunts.”
So, a client. Grant rolled the card around his fingers and stepped back so she wouldn’t try to shake his hand. With what he’d just been doing, probably not a good idea.
Commercials were usually cast through an agency, who’d contact the Campbells and ask them to come in for an audition. But sometimes people sought out the brothers directly and asked them to set up the whole shoot, plan the stunts, do the riding, and hire extra riders if necessary.
At any other time, Grant would be happy to start working out a new show. Right now, however, with Christina’s kisses burning his lips, the imprint of her fingers on his cock, he didn’t give a shit about anything but her.
“We were thinking—train robbery,” Karen was saying. “A couple of bandits robbing a train, all in a hard day’s work.”
Grant kept the card going around. Karen looked him up and down, noting his coat over his arm, his rumpled shirt. His hair was probably a mess as well, and if Christina had been wearing lipstick …
Karen’s eyes glinted. She knew damn well what Grant had been doing out there in the dark, and that they’d interrupted him. And she thought it was funny.
“What is this commercial for?” Grant asked abruptly.
Carter answered. “Laundry detergent. Don’t ask. I said we could probably do it, but I had to talk about it with you first, since you’d be lead rider.”
Carter rode as well, but he spent most of his time making deals, following up with clients, and talking to people who owed the business money. People forked out what they owed quick when they saw Carter coming to talk to them. Though no longer the degenerate teen, Carter could be damn scary.
“A train robbery,” Grant said. “Means we’ll need a train.”
“Taken care of,” Karen answered, one hand on her hip. “There’s a historical society that restores trains nearby and we’ll be hiring one, plus an engineer to drive it.”
Grant had heard of them, but he’d never been out there. “Then I’ll need to take a look at the place.” Grant ran his hand through his hair, hoping to tame it down. “Talk to them, figure out what kinds of things we can do, make sure we can do everything safely. The whole bit.”
“I’ll leave that to you,” Karen said. “Do we have a deal?”
Grant looked at Carter, and Carter gave him the faintest nod. Meant the money was good enough to go for it, and that they’d have plenty of control.
Grant knew Carter had already decided before bringing Karen to meet Grant. He was just being polite.
“Sure,” Grant said, shrugging. “I don’t see why not. Leave the stunt set-up to me. Tyler is one of the best riders there is, and I can bring in a couple other guys, depending on how many you need.”
“Good.” Karen put warmth in the word. She looked at Carter, then at Grant again, and repeated, “Good,” with a hint of sensual interest.
She was enjoying standing between two cowboys, Grant realized. Liked having men around her, especially ones in good shape who might be interested in taking her to bed. Grant should tell her not to pin her hopes on Carter, and she shouldn’t pin her hopes on Grant either. Now that he’d had another taste of Christina, Grant wasn’t about to move on to anyone else.
“Nice reception,” Karen said, as though she had nothing else on her mind. “Thanks for letting me come, Carter. I hope I didn’t intrude.” She shot Grant another knowing look.
“Nah,” Grant said. “Our mom invited the whole town. Couldn’t have you be the only one sitting alone in the motel.”
“I’m staying in Fredericksburg,” Karen said. “Cute place, so historic.”
She was a city girl, Grant surmised. They didn’t like being out in the country unless it was tamed and manicured and close to a metropolis.
“Long way to drive, this late,” Grant said.
Carter nodded. “Maybe you should stay at the house.” Generous, for Carter, who didn’t like strangers anywhere near his family.
Karen gave a brief