Mossy Glenn Ranch 3 -Saddles and Memories by Bailey Bradford Read Free Book Online Page B

I guess I can step back and let him take the credit if you and Salt hit it off.”
    But Troy cocked his head and looked at Andy. “I overheard one of the guys teasing Salt yesterday about a hot date.”
    Andy shook his head and kept his grin in place. “Sorry, I’m going to go wash up and thank Drake for the lunch invite. I think I’ll join you, if that’s okay?”
    Carlos laughed and Troy frowned. Will looked like he was up to something, but they all told him he was welcome. Andy stood. “Okay then. If you have any questions or concerns, let me know. Of course, if you’d like to order, let me know that, too. I have some samples in the truck, including a bag of the best puppy food on the planet.”
    After he went and got the bag out of the truck bed, Andy returned inside and set the dog food by the door. He stopped by the kitchen to let Drake know it was there, then he washed up in the restroom.
    When he turned the water off, his belly gave a flop and he had the strangest sensation, as if he were about to swoon—all because he heard Salt’s voice, the already familiar cadence of his laughter.
    Andy wasn’t sure that staying for lunch had been wise after all. But he damned well wanted another night with Salt.

Chapter Five
    Jesus, it was one of those days where time just dragged its ass like someone had tacked on a two-ton weight to it. Maybe if Salt hadn’t seen that red truck pull up, if he hadn’t caught a glimpse of Andy getting out of it, the morning would have passed quicker.
    It took all of Salt’s restraint to keep from finding excuses to go up to the ranch house. He did every job he needed to get done, some of his afternoon stuff, too. When lunch time came around and he rode back into the yard, that red truck was still there and Salt just about whooped for joy.
    Goddamn, he was happy to see that vehicle!
    Salt got the tack off his horse and brushed her down in record time. He had Ramsey put her up and handle the feed—that newbie needed a serious attitude adjustment. Ramsey was going to figure out that working on one ranch for a few years didn’t make him knowledgeable about every damn thing a cowboy needed to know.
    Salt jogged over to the bunkhouse and took a few minutes to wash his face and hands. He brushed his teeth, too, because it seemed like a good idea. Of course, Drake would probably fix something garlicky, but as long as Andy ate it, too…
    Salt harrumphed at himself and wiped a splotch of toothpaste off his chin. Like he was going to be jumping on Andy any time soon. Andy might not even give a shit about seeing Salt again. At least Salt wasn’t worried that Andy was only interested in him as a means to sell to the Mossy G. Andy had approached him before he knew where Salt worked.
    Regardless of the what-if’s and possible rejection, Salt was still happy as a kid on Christmas when he walked into the big house. Will greeted him by singing about Salt and someone sitting in the tree. Salt laughed and shook his head.
    “You’re putting way more into it than what it is,” Salt told Will. “He’s gonna be moving on.”
    Will scrunched up his face and crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t be a dick.” Then just as quickly, he groaned and smacked his own forehead. “Oh, ignore me. There’s not a damn thing wrong with just having some fun.”
    “You’ve got that happy couples…er, threesome thing going on,” Salt informed him. “You want everyone to be just as happy as you three are, but sometimes that ain’t meant for everyone. Some of us might just have to settle for what we can get.”
    About that time, Salt saw Andy coming out of the hall bathroom. Andy saw him, too, and any doubt Salt had about Andy wanting to hook up with him again vanished. He’d have sworn an electrical current of sexual desire crackled in the air between them, and for one split second, Salt couldn’t hear anything but the sound of his heartbeat.
    Then the noise of cowhands talking and laughing came