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got a better night’s sleep than normal.
    Only last night, I hadn’t known the object of my fantasies was my stepbrother.
    I’d only figured it out just now when Olivia called him “Dyno Drummond.”
    My dad had married Sadie Drummond. She had a douchetard son who’d been arrested in Texas on some kind of drug rap. He was a no good, lowdown toolbag, from what my dad said. He let him cowpoke for Javier but there was no talk of allowing him to live on our property, which was quite extensive. He could’ve easily lived anywhere, really, and I’d never run into the guy. Which led me to believe he was dangerous.
    Apparently, dangerous was a turn-on for me.
    It terrified me. It grossed me out. That’s my fucking stepbrother .
    It didn’t matter that we weren’t related by blood. He was legally my stepbrother, and I was the most twisted sister on the planet to have imagined taking his well-hung cock from his jeans and plunging it down my throat! I didn’t even fantasize about Lawson that way, although I’d certainly performed for him that way, several times before. It was the only way to keep a guy interested these days. Put out.
    Now, as we cruised to Mario Lanza High—yes, that’s the real name of the school, believe it or not. We’re all starstruck out near Palm Springs—my father’s words sank their tentacles into the depths of my soul.
    You’re becoming a god-damned whore, April. I don’t care if you weren’t soliciting that old guy in the Caddy. The fact remains, you’re slutting around. I won’t have a slut living under my roof. You need to be a representative of the Hardscrabble brand while you’re working for me.
    But I’m not working for you, dad! I’m just filling in until you find someone else to run the office.
    You’re working for me, April. You do good work, and I don’t want anyone else. But you’ve got to get your act together. The way you’re going, you’re not attending college anyway. If I hadn’t of gotten you off that charge, it would’ve gone on your record. Think about it, April. You’re a god-damned slut and I’m having Josefina take you to the fucking doctor next week to get you an IUD. You’re not eighteen for another five months and you have no say over it.
    I was sick to my stomach by the time Lawson parked at Mario Lanza. He didn’t see me dry heaving behind a bush, but Olivia did. She even crouched behind me, holding my hair back. I had nothing in my stomach, which was probably worse than actually puking. Minus the bile going backward up my nostrils.
    But her first question wasn’t about puke. It was about Dyno Drummond.
    “Is he seriously your new stepbrother?”
    I nodded, trying to breathe.
    “Oh, wow,” she whispered, in awe. “How the hell are you going to keep your hands off him?”

CHPATER FOUR
    DYNO
    S equoia went out the back door a few times—that is, thrown over the back end of the mount.
    “Come on, Sequoia!” I hollered. My legs were twined through the fence near the bucking chute at the arena. We’d been practicing this every night for a week at the corral, but Sequoia had been hammered when I’d picked him up at his rundown shack.
    “Get the fuck up!” I bellowed. For the fourth time that evening, the pickup man had to swoop in and grab Sequoia, getting him out of harm’s way of the animal. The horse was more of a runaway, not even remotely a star-gazer or an arm-jerker. I’d already ridden this paint way past the eight-second mark just to show off. We were all rookies tonight, the bareback director having given us the opportunity to ride in the arena. Nothing was official except the equipment and animals. There were several pros in attendance too. Last year’s rodeo queen was there, wearing her cowboy hat emblazoned with a giant buckle, like a fireman.
    And Sequoia was fucking up by the numbers.
    The paltry crowd in attendance booed the hell out of him. The poor pickup man was even slothful about it, dismounting and ambling over to where