Your'e Still the One by Debbi Rawlins Read Free Book Online

that’s what you call sour grapes. Matt can’t play worth spit. We used to humiliate him.”
    “Yep.” Matt laughed. “I still suck at it.” He stuffed his hands in his jeans’ pockets and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “You guys still keep a running score?”
    Cole snorted, and eyed Trace. “No. Some of us are busy and don’t have enough time to play these days.”
    “Translation...” Trace said with a cocky smile, “I’m still whipping him.”
    Leaping to Cole’s defense, Jamie let out a haughty “You do not.”
    “That’s my girl.” Chuckling, Cole caught her hand. “Matt, this is Jamie.”
    “I see things have changed around here.” Matt briefly raised his brows at Cole. “Nice meeting you, Jamie.”
    “Yes, likewise.”
    “Now you know why my brother has no time for pool.” Trace reclaimed the cue from Sandy. She gave him a stiff smile and a pointed look. “Oh, yeah, Matt, this—” Trace paused, a fleeting expression of panic on his face. “You want a beer?” Trace didn’t wait for the answer. He flashed a winning smile at the tall blonde. “Darlin’, you mind getting Matt a cold one?”
    “Sure.”
    Rachel and Jamie exchanged glances. They knew Trace had already forgotten the woman’s name. Rachel pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze to the eight ball in the corner, trying not to laugh. She should bail him out. Not to be nice, he deserved to squirm, but it wasn’t fair to let their guests feel uncomfortable.
    She moved around the pool table and picked up two empty glasses sitting on the window ledge. “Sandy, Krista, would you like another drink?”
    “Not me, thanks.” Krista exhaled loudly. “Trace’s punch nearly did me in.”
    “Amen,” Sandy added, pulling a bottle out of the small fridge.
    “Yeah,” Rachel said. “I don’t think we’ll let him play bartender again.” Okay, she’d done her part. Let Trace figure out who was who.
    Matt pushed off the wall to take the beer Sandy passed him. “Thanks.” He gave her a smile that could melt a brick. “I don’t recall so many pretty women in Blackfoot Falls before I left.”
    “Handsome and charming.” Sandy’s smile dazzled. “Why did I not know this about Montana men?”
    Rachel tried really hard not to roll her eyes. Good thing.
    Sandy glanced at her. “There’s only one beer left. I’ll restock if you tell me where to get more.”
    “You’re a guest. I’ll get it.”
    “No, it’s your birthday,” Jamie cut in. “They’re in the kitchen. Sandy and Krista, come help me.”
    With the other two trailing behind her, Jamie walked past Rachel and gave her an OMG look no one else could see.
    “Well, shit,” Trace said as soon as the women were out of earshot. “Look at you, Gunderson, making the ladies hot and bothered. You don’t get enough action on the road?”
    “You seem to be doing okay,” Matt said, laughing. “And you don’t have to get thrown from a bull.”
    “But he’s sure been flinging a lot of it around,” Cole said, and took his next shot.
    Trace glanced toward the door. “Hell, those women are wearing me out. No joke.”
    Rachel grunted. “They just arrived yesterday.”
    “You know what I mean.” Trace took a swig of beer. “Good time for you to show up, Matt. You’ll take the heat off.”
    “Oh, please, you’re not fooling anyone.” Rachel knew it was true. Trace had gotten sick of the attention. But she wanted to steer the conversation away from Matt and his sex life. Just the hint of it grated on her nerves. “You’ve been the main attraction. I really should pay you a bonus.”
    “No, thanks. What I need is time off for damn good behavior.”
    Cole laughed at that. “I don’t think you want to go down that road.” He eyed Trace as if he knew something Rachel didn’t. Did Cole honestly believe she didn’t know Trace had played loose with the rules? She suspected he’d slept with a guest or three in the past few months, but he’d been