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unfathomable for him.
    “Rocky mentioned you were family,” Carlos said. “How’d she know that?”
    Huh. Guess they don’t know about me and Salt. Andy didn’t know if mentioning him would cause the man any problems, or cost him a potential customer. Not mentioning him seemed dishonest, though.
    Carlos narrowed his eyes and all four men looked at him. Andy hoped he didn’t blow it for him or Salt. “Well, I saw this sexy cowboy walk into the feed store in town, and I’m not one to resist temptation when it looks like Salt.”
    Drake blinked like he was shocked, but the other three men seemed pleased. Andy was relieved they didn’t quiz him on whether or not he’d hooked up with Salt. At least they respected his privacy.
    “How exactly did you get started in this feed business?” Carlos asked him. “You have all these studies and graphs and such going back over a decade. You aren’t old and I have to wonder how you paid for these things”—Carlos tapped some of the papers—”when you’d have had to be pretty damn wealthy to do so.”
    Andy stood and took one of the papers. He pointed to the name of the doctor who’d written it. “This was my brother, Destry. He passed away from pancreatic cancer a year ago. He was a genius, you know, one of those off-the-charts smart people. He had grants and funding for anything he wanted to do. Just about.” There’d been nothing to save his life. Nothing to fix the other problems Destry had had before he’d developed cancer, either.
    “I’m sorry for your loss,” Carlos murmured, the others adding their condolences too.
    “Thank you, but it’s been a year, and…” And it still hurt like a fucking mother, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. “And it’s good to be following his dream, too. Destry had a lot of physical problems, many of which he attributed to poisons and chemicals he’d ingested in his diet. Granted, lots of people eat the same thing. His theory was, though, that some people are more sensitive to chemicals, and that we’d be seeing a cataclysmic rise in diseases such as cancer because of our contaminated food sources.”
    Andy sat back down. “Now, I’m not saying that’s the case, but I can’t say it isn’t, either, and after watching everything my brother went through, I am probably more on the paranoid side than not nowadays. I can’t help but think that Nature has its way, and tampering with that lands us in deep shit.
    “And I went to college with a couple of guys who were health nuts,” he continued. “Smart, too, though maybe not quite up there with Destry. They’ve contributed too, and not just on paper. They’ve invested a good chunk of money in our company because they believe in what we’re doing. You’ll find all the company information in that Organics Feed packet right there on the desk.
    “If you have any questions, you can call me, or my other brother, Brandt, who is co-owner. His numbers and e-mail addresses are in that packet too. He’s a good guy, but he does have a family.” And saying that caused a twinge of pain in Andy’s chest. “So I’d ask you not to call past ten at night, generally.”
    “That’s just being courteous anyhow, family or no,” Troy said. “I was raised not to be calling people at all hours unless there was an emergency.”
    Andy felt his lopsided grin slip into place. “Well now, there’s some folks who think a hangnail is an emergency.”
    Will rolled his eyes and Troy snorted. Will muttered something about divas needing to learn some manners, but Andy didn’t think those words were for him and so he didn’t comment.
    “I’m going to go finish getting lunch ready,” Drake told them. He glanced at Andy. “You’re welcome to stay. Salt should be coming up to eat.” Then he smirked and his entire face lit up before he turned and left the room.
    “Someone’s playing matchmaker,” Will crooned, clapping his hands. “I was gonna do it, but since Drake did,