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was handy with plumbing, but Dylan’s expertise was carpentry.
    He’d learned his skills the hard way, in exchange for staying out of jail when he was twelve. A chuckle escaped, surprising him. He hadn’t thought about that time in his life for a long while. His grandfather had stepped up to the plate and had gone to bat for him, going head-to-head with Sheriff Wallace. Dylan had been scared spitless by the mountain of a lawman, but his grandfather had just smiled and turned his Irish charm up to brilliant.
    Pouring his second cup of coffee, which was a whole lot closer to the real thing than Tyler’s sludge, Dylan noticed something sticking out from behind the coffeemaker. Reaching in, he pulled out a tightly wrapped heel of soda bread someone—probably his pain-in-the-ass younger brother—had tucked behind the coffeemaker to hide it and save it for later.
    â€œIt’d serve him right if I ate the whole thing.” And he would have too, if he didn’t have to get dressed and head on out to the western border of their land to meet his brothers. Tyler’d end up hurting himself if Dylan wasn’t there to keep their older brother from ripping out his stitches or breaking a few more ribs.
    Slathering butter on a slice of soda bread warm from the toaster, he bit into it and sighed. He should have asked Lori to marry him. Man that woman could cook. Polishing off the second piece, he knew he’d have to get in line or fight Jesse to marry Lori. Jesse’d been stuck on Lori a few years back, and from what Dylan had noticed recently, still was.
    â€œWomen,” he grumbled, as the image of the black-haired, green-eyed female filled his head again. Luscious lips curved up in a smile, had his heart pounding and his libido standing at full attention.
    He’d have to ask Tyler what happened with Lori; odds were that if he asked Jesse, he’d get sucker punched. Their little brother had a mean streak a mile wide. Dylan grinned; he really admired that trait. Now that he thought about it, Jesse was definitely the one who’d hid the soda bread. Mean and greedy.
    Piling his dirty dishes in the sink, he didn’t even think about washing them. He was already behind schedule and would have to ride hard to catch up to his brothers. They’d be chasing down a couple of strays who had wandered through a break in the fence. He couldn’t keep his older brother from riding out; broken ribs and stitches hadn’t kept Tyler down for long. Dylan and Jesse had thought about tying their brother to a chair, but figured Emily’d just untie him. She was partial to their brother.
    And now he’d have to deal with one brother in a good mood—because Tyler got to sleep beside the curvaceous redhead who had stolen his heart—and the other brother in a foul mood—because for some reason Lori had left.
    Thinking of Tyler’s injury had him flinching. All that blood… He should have shot first—right between that damned bull Widowmaker’s eyes—and asked questions second. He owed that bull for head-butting Tyler into a barbed wire fence, slicing him up, and breaking a couple of Tyler’s ribs.
    He walked to the stairs, then took them two at a time, hoping to cut down on the time he’d already spent making his own damned breakfast. “Lori better not have cut out on Jesse again,” he grumbled, grabbing the pair of jeans off the floor where he’d shucked them the night before. Pulling on clean socks and his boots, he nabbed a shirt from the pile of clean clothes he’d left on the top of his dresser. Why bother to put them away, when he’d only have to dig them back out to wear them? Besides he had a system: clean clothes on top of the dresser and dirty ones in the corner on the floor.
    Dylan caught up to his brothers a little while later. The heat from the sun soaked in through his tired, overworked muscles all the way to the bone,