Roping the Cowboy Billionaire - Emmy Eugene Page 0,24
Beth?”
Trey kept his eyes on the farmhouse. “No, she just apologizes over and over.”
Blaine watched Trey for a moment. “You can talk on the way to the clothing store. Cayden called and said Spur was pacing.”
“Great,” Trey said. “Us being late isn’t helping, I’m sure.”
“Spur gets how things go on the ranch,” Blaine said. “How many times have you heard him say animals can be unpredictable?”
“At least a thousand,” Trey said, laughing. “I just hate being the animal.”
“You weren’t,” Blaine said. “It was TJ.”
“Yeah,” Trey said, his voice indicating that his mind was far away. Blaine glanced at him, but Trey didn’t say anything else, so he let it drop. Trey had never asked him about Tam, and Blaine appreciated the space his older brother gave him.
The phone rang, and Blaine yelped at the volume of it. He and Trey reached to turn it down at the same time, and he wasn’t sure which one of them managed it. Thankfully, the volume reduced, and he tapped the green button to connect Tam’s call.
“Hey, you’re on speaker,” he said, glancing at Trey. He had his keen eyes on Blaine now.
“You never answered my question,” she said.
“Yeah, I was at the Dixon farm, and Trey came out. We’re on our way to the tuxedo shop.”
“Does Beth Dixon have that swing on her porch?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Blaine said, noting the interest in Tam’s voice. “I thought you’d like it.”
“What did you mean by my new porch?”
He glanced at Trey, who hadn’t looked away from him once. He rolled his eyes and waved at him, but that only made Trey smile. “I’m working on something,” he said to Tam. “I don’t want to tell you about it yet.”
“Intriguing,” Tam said, and Trey muttered the same thing.
“Okay,” Blaine said, annoyed with his brother. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“What will you be wearing?”
Trey coughed, and heat filled Blaine’s face, despite the innocence of the question. “It’s a community drive-in clean-up project. I’m going to wear the same stuff I’ve been wearing all day on the ranch.” He looked at Trey. “We’re going to be picking up trash and moving debris.”
“What are you talking about?” Tam asked.
“What are you talking about?” Blaine repeated.
“The drive-in clean-up is tomorrow,” Tam said, giggling. “We’re going to that line dancing class tonight.”
Trey burst out laughing, and Blaine picked up his phone and disconnected the Bluetooth. He held the device to his ear to find Tam laughing too. “My brother is being ridiculous,” he said.
“I think the line dancing class is going to be a riot too,” she said.
“I’m not going,” he said.
“What?” Tam sobered quickly. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t need to embarrass myself any further.” He glared at Trey, who mimed zipping his lips.
“Blaine,” Tam said. “You said you’d go with me.”
“I’m regretting a lot of things I said I’d do,” he said.
“What? What else are you regretting?”
“The wedding is on Saturday, right?”
“Oh, right,” Tam said. “Be sure to get your suit at the tailor’s too.”
“I picked it up yesterday,” he said. “But thanks for the reminder.”
“So… What are you wearing tonight?” she asked again, a playful note in her voice.
Blaine could admit that he’d had a great couple of weeks with Tam. They hadn’t been arguing as much, though they went back and forth about some topics from time to time. She claimed to be working on an amazing new saddle, but she wouldn’t let him into her shop to see it.
“Blaine?”
“The same stuff I wear when we go out to dinner,” he said. “We’re doing that, too, right?”
“Do you want to go to dinner?”
“I don’t want to make dinner,” he said.
“I’ll make dinner,” she said. “I’m already home from the shop.”
“You are?” Blaine glanced at the clock on the dashboard. “It’s three-ten.”
“I finished the saddle.” Her pride and satisfaction with herself echoed in her voice.
“Can I see it?”
“I brought it home,” she said. “So come by when you’re done with your brothers.”
Blaine suddenly wanted to be done with his brothers, but he kept driving toward the tuxedo shop. “All right. See you in a bit.”
He ended the call and looked at Trey. “I hate you, by the way.”
“Come on,” Trey said, chuckling again. “You and line dancing.” His laughter grew. “That’s funny.”
“Tam wanted to do it,” he said.
“Yeah.” Trey grinned at him. “Are we gonna talk about you and Tam?”
“No,” Blaine said. “No, we are not.”
“Come on,” Trey said. “I just want to know how it happened.”
“I asked her out,” Blaine said. “That’s usually how it works, Trey.”