Boone's Cowboy [Rescue for Hire 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Bellann Summer

the roof and come inside for some breakfast. Flynn politely declined food, saying he’d already eaten but did accept coffee. It had taken only a few minutes for Boone to go back to his trailer and throw on some jeans and a T-shirt. That short time alone did nothing to cool the fire a few kisses from Flynn had inflamed.
    Boone didn’t want to be here. He wanted to talk to Flynn alone. He wanted to see the cowboy’s cows and most definitely his hayloft.
    “What’s on the agenda today, Flynn?” Cade asked. A little hand, holding a miniature spoon filled with a small piece of scrambled egg, headed toward Cade. The massive man leaned down and opened his mouth. Boone winced as the little girl, sitting in a booster seat, nailed Cade’s tooth feeding him the egg. “Thank you, Abbie,” Cade said.
    “The roofers should be arriving in an hour. I hope to get the roof vents installed before they get here. This afternoon a flatbed semitrailer is scheduled to deliver drywall and supplies,” Flynn answered.
    Brett’s brown eyes lit up. “Are the cabinets on them? What about the light fixtures I picked out?”
    Flynn laughed, and Boone wondered if his boss would be offended if he sat on Flynn’s lap and ran his hands through all that hair under his thin T-shirt. Maybe Flynn would laugh again and Boone could feel the vibration through the hair.
    “The cabinets should be on the truck, but the fixtures won’t be here for another couple of weeks.” Flynn looked at Cade. “Is it all right if we store everything in that shed out back? They’re talking rain for tomorrow.”
    “No problem, there’s plenty of room in there,” Cade answered before setting his napkin on the table. “Excuse me. I need to go make a phone call before the rest of the team shows up.”
    “How is Tony doing?” Flynn asked.
    During his interview with Cade, Boone had learned part of his responsibilities would be to take over some of their computer specialist’s duties. The poor guy had cancer surgery just the week before and would be undergoing radiation treatments next week.
    “He’s recovering well from the surgery. Shane, of course, is hovering. I’ll know Tony is truly on the mend when he loses his temper and kicks Shane out of the house for a while so he can have some peace.” Cade chuckled.
    “Do the doctors think they got most of the cancer?”
    Cade’s blue eyes grew somber. “Yeah. They told Tony that, with the radiation, he has something like a ninety-eight percent chance of making it to the five-year mark. After that, the odds go up.”
    “It sounds like they caught it early. That’s the key. I’m glad he’s doing so well,” Boone said. A few members of his family had been struck down by the terrible disease, and he didn’t wish anyone having to go through something like that.
    “Thanks,” Cade said. “Now I have to go make that call.”
    Cade leaned over, letting the little girl kiss his cheek. “Help Bret take care of Toby, Abbie,” he instructed.
    Abbie clapped her hands, making her red silky curls dance. “We’re going to go swing.”
    Cade’s whole face lit up at the little girl’s antics. “Have fun, sweetheart.”
    Flynn stood after Cade left the room. “I need to get those vents installed. Thank you for the coffee.”
    “You’re welcome. I keep the pot full most of the day. Feel free to come in for a cup any time,” Bret replied.
    Green eyes settled on Boone. The world stopped for a moment. The cowboy definitely had a hold on him.
    “See you later?” Flynn asked.
    “All right,” he managed. Boone continued to drown in Flynn’s eyes.
    “Man, you two. You’re going to make me have to find a babysitter and go antagonize Bear until he takes care of me,” Bret complained.
    The first time Bret had called Cade Bear, Boone couldn’t figure out who he was talking about. He still thought it funny the couple had cute but fitting names for each other. Cade often referred to Bret as Pup.
    Flynn blinked. Red