held up a hand, forestalling any more arguing on exactly whose fault it was.
âWhichever one ofyouâor both of youâis to blame, I donât give a damn. Just take care of the problem. Now.â
âAnd how do you want us to do that? Weâve already paid her in advance.â
âSo I heard,â Nate replied tightly.
âBesides, we need the help, you know that, Holt,â Shilah said, always the one to use logic in any situation. âLillyâs surgery is in a few weeks and we canât spare any of the hands to help out. Itâsjust temporary. She can do the odd jobs. Can help Lilly out in the kitchenââ
âHell, no, sheâs not working in the kitchen. Thatâs out,â Nate bit out, the thought of the woman actually in his home, in his domain, something he wasnât about to allow. âNo matter how you reason this out, you both know how I feel about women on the ranch. I should have been consulted.â
There was a short pause, noneof the men giving an inch, all staring each other down.
âHowâd you find out, anyway?â Holt finally asked, running a hand over the back of his head.
âHow long did you plan to hide it from me?â he asked, raising a brow. When Holt shrugged, his expression sheepish, Nate continued. âWalked into the stable where Iâve been keeping the new horse, and she was there, feeding it.â
âThought that horsedidnât let anyone near her.â
âShe doesnât. Didnât,â Nate corrected himself.
Thinking of how gentle the horse had been with the woman, the lines of his face wrinkled, momentarily making him forget his irritation with his brothers. âDamnedest thing, too. She was feeding it by hand. It was all but cuddling in her lap, like some kinda lap dog.â
âYour problem is you donât know how to deal with astubborn female. Horses are no different. You have to be gentle, say all the right things to her. Make her feel special.â
âOh, yeah, and I suppose you know how?â
âDamn right I do,â Holt said, barking out a laugh. âYou have to whisper in her ear, tell her how sweet herâ¦tail is,â he said, staring at his brother, laughter lurking in his eyes. âYou do remember how to do that, right, Nate? Or doyou need a crash course, brother? âCause if you do, Iâm here for you, manâ¦Iâm here for you,â he said, his voice lowering to a whisper, stringing out the last words.
âYeah, I got your crash course right here,â Nate replied, flipping his brother the bird. This time Holt openly laughed at him.
âYou know what your problem is, Holt? You think everything is a damn joke,â Nate bit out, and caught thegleam of humor in Shilahâs eyes as well. This time he included him in his middle-finger salute as well.
âSince when do we need your permission to hire help around here?â
âSince the help you hired was a woman,â he replied, not giving an inch. âI damn sure donât need anotherwoman around here. Especially who, after realizing living on a ranch is not some bullshit Hollywood glamorized version,cuts out with the first man that comes her way.â
âManâ¦what the hell?â Holt asked, frowning.
As soon as Nathan made the retort, he wanted to snatch the words back, feeling like a fool. He didnât need or want the pity he saw lurking in either one of his knuckle-headed brothersâ eyes once it dawned on them what heâd said and why.
Holt grabbed the back of his neck again, rubbing it, his face reddening.âYeah, well, sorry, bro. I guess I wasnât thinking. With Lilly about to have surgery in a few weeks and all, I figured she could use the help around the house. I wasnât trying to hurt you, you know thatâ¦â His voice trailed off into an awkward silence.
âYou wonât see much of her, anyway, Nate,â Shilah said,
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