told you folks were honest, and I’m glad it’s true.” Hy nodded, and Ryan opened his case and retrieved the brokerage agreement.
“I brought some papers for you to sign that would set up the brokerage account and allow me to deposit your assets into the account.”
Hy pulled out a set of glasses from his pocket, and Ryan handed the box back to Hy before reviewing the agreement with him. Hy signed the papers and Ryan gave him a copy. “Now as for the ranch, I can only give you advice. I’m not a Realtor, but when I come out again, I’ll look over the books and the operation and give you a recommendation.”
“That’s fair,” Hy said, and across the yard the barn door opened and a man stepped out. Ryan stilled as he watched him come closer. “That’s my grandson.”
“Dante?” Ryan asked, and he saw the man stop briefly before slowly continuing his walk to the porch. He seemed reticent, but approached and climbed the stairs to the porch. Ryan could hardly believe his eyes. He’d been thinking of Dante for weeks… and there he was.
“I take it you know my grandson,” Hy said, looking from Ryan to Dante and back. Ryan nodded, not taking his eyes off Dante. Oh yes, he knew Hy’s grandson—in the biblical sense.
Chapter 5
W HAT the fuck is he doing here? To say Dante was taken aback when he saw Ryan sitting on their porch talking to his grandfather was an understatement. But what shocked him was the force of his reaction to the other man.
“Have a seat, Dante,” his grandfather said, and Dante pulled one of the other chairs closer, his gaze never leaving Ryan. He was nervous as shit and wanted to know why in the hell Ryan was here, but at the same time, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. And fuck if he didn’t want to reach out and stroke what he knew was silky black hair. “You and Ryan here have met?”
Dante swallowed. “We met after the finals.”
“Dante and I played a few games of pool together,” Ryan said without looking away.
“So you saw him ride in the finals?” Gramps asked, and Dante saw Ryan’s gaze shift.
“I certainly did.” Ryan flicked his eyes to him, and Dante’s cheeks began to heat. “It was something else—a real wild ride.”
Dante squeezed his eyes closed for a brief second before standing up. “I’ll get something cool to drink.” He had to get the hell out of there. He knew what Ryan was doing, and fuck if it wasn’t working, big-time. Dante could hardly breathe, his heart beating a mile a minute, and he was so hard he could pound nails. Every ounce of him wanted Ryan, and he was so fucking close, but Dante knew he had to keep his distance.
In the kitchen, he got some sodas out of the refrigerator. He wanted a beer, or two, hell, maybe a six-pack, but Gramps shouldn’t be drinking, and to act as a reminder, he looked at the pill bottles lined up like soldiers on the counter. He grabbed the ones Gramps needed to take and added them to the tray before carrying everything to the porch,
“Dante takes care of a lot of the things that need to be done around here,” his grandfather was saying. Ryan and Gramps were both leaning against the porch rail. “He rebuilt that building last year before he went on tour, and between rodeos, when he needed some time to heal, he rebuilt the corral over there. The boy never stops.”
“Gramps, it’s time for your pills,” Dante said gently.
“Bah,” Gramps said the way he always did, but he took the orange pills when Dante handed them to him and downed them with some of the soda. “Beer would be better.” Dante groaned and handed one of the sodas to Ryan. He agreed, beer would definitely be better, but Gramps shouldn’t have any, so he never drank in front of him.
“Your grandfather was just telling me about this place,” Ryan said.
“Been in the family since the republic,” Dante said, and something dark flitted across Ryan’s expression before vanishing quickly. “I do what I can to help
“I brought some papers for you to sign that would set up the brokerage account and allow me to deposit your assets into the account.”
Hy pulled out a set of glasses from his pocket, and Ryan handed the box back to Hy before reviewing the agreement with him. Hy signed the papers and Ryan gave him a copy. “Now as for the ranch, I can only give you advice. I’m not a Realtor, but when I come out again, I’ll look over the books and the operation and give you a recommendation.”
“That’s fair,” Hy said, and across the yard the barn door opened and a man stepped out. Ryan stilled as he watched him come closer. “That’s my grandson.”
“Dante?” Ryan asked, and he saw the man stop briefly before slowly continuing his walk to the porch. He seemed reticent, but approached and climbed the stairs to the porch. Ryan could hardly believe his eyes. He’d been thinking of Dante for weeks… and there he was.
“I take it you know my grandson,” Hy said, looking from Ryan to Dante and back. Ryan nodded, not taking his eyes off Dante. Oh yes, he knew Hy’s grandson—in the biblical sense.
Chapter 5
W HAT the fuck is he doing here? To say Dante was taken aback when he saw Ryan sitting on their porch talking to his grandfather was an understatement. But what shocked him was the force of his reaction to the other man.
“Have a seat, Dante,” his grandfather said, and Dante pulled one of the other chairs closer, his gaze never leaving Ryan. He was nervous as shit and wanted to know why in the hell Ryan was here, but at the same time, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. And fuck if he didn’t want to reach out and stroke what he knew was silky black hair. “You and Ryan here have met?”
Dante swallowed. “We met after the finals.”
“Dante and I played a few games of pool together,” Ryan said without looking away.
“So you saw him ride in the finals?” Gramps asked, and Dante saw Ryan’s gaze shift.
“I certainly did.” Ryan flicked his eyes to him, and Dante’s cheeks began to heat. “It was something else—a real wild ride.”
Dante squeezed his eyes closed for a brief second before standing up. “I’ll get something cool to drink.” He had to get the hell out of there. He knew what Ryan was doing, and fuck if it wasn’t working, big-time. Dante could hardly breathe, his heart beating a mile a minute, and he was so hard he could pound nails. Every ounce of him wanted Ryan, and he was so fucking close, but Dante knew he had to keep his distance.
In the kitchen, he got some sodas out of the refrigerator. He wanted a beer, or two, hell, maybe a six-pack, but Gramps shouldn’t be drinking, and to act as a reminder, he looked at the pill bottles lined up like soldiers on the counter. He grabbed the ones Gramps needed to take and added them to the tray before carrying everything to the porch,
“Dante takes care of a lot of the things that need to be done around here,” his grandfather was saying. Ryan and Gramps were both leaning against the porch rail. “He rebuilt that building last year before he went on tour, and between rodeos, when he needed some time to heal, he rebuilt the corral over there. The boy never stops.”
“Gramps, it’s time for your pills,” Dante said gently.
“Bah,” Gramps said the way he always did, but he took the orange pills when Dante handed them to him and downed them with some of the soda. “Beer would be better.” Dante groaned and handed one of the sodas to Ryan. He agreed, beer would definitely be better, but Gramps shouldn’t have any, so he never drank in front of him.
“Your grandfather was just telling me about this place,” Ryan said.
“Been in the family since the republic,” Dante said, and something dark flitted across Ryan’s expression before vanishing quickly. “I do what I can to help
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