A Small Town Enemies to Lovers Romance
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The rules were simple.
Keep my hands off his daughter and stay out of trouble.
But now I'm stuck with her.
There's only one bed.
And well, rule...
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Rhett: Want your daughter back yet? I promise I'll be good.
Kip: She's not even there yet.
Rhett: Think of all the time you'll save her by calling her back now.
Kip: No.
Rhett: Please?
Kip: Don't try to be polite. It doesn't suit you.
Rhett: Suck a dick.
Kip: How do you think I'm keeping all your sponsors?
Summer Hamilton pulled up in her fancy SUV and ridiculous prissy outfit like she's going out on the town rather than showing up on a cattle ranch.
So, I made myself scarce. I might be stuck with her, but I don't have to like it.
And I don't. I fucking hate being treated like a child, or like I'm stupid. Or worse, like I'm some sort of criminal. I had hoped that sleeping in my own bed and having some processing time to come to terms with my new arrangement might make it feel a little less oppressive--less insulting.
But it still feels like trash.
Which is why I'm here pounding posts with my older brother. Setting new fence lines for some of his horses to be closer to his house, which is just over the crest of a big hill from where my dad and I live. Cade pulls a post from the back of his pickup and thefts it over his shoulder with a grunt. He looks the most like our dad, with wide shoulders and tightly cut hair. The only thing missing is a mustache. Something I love to harass him about, especially since he's one growly motherfucker. It's just too easy.
"When are you going to grow out the 'stache and go full Old Man Eaton?"
He glares at me before he drops the post and lines up the pointed end with the spot he wants. "Dunno. When you cutting your hair, Rapunzel?"
This feels good. This feels familiar. Pissing Cade off is one of my favorite past-times. And he's so fucking grumbly that it never stops being satisfying. He's all bark and no bite, one of the nicest dudes I know.
If you can overlook what a prick he is.
I pull my cap off and flick my hair over my shoulder, trying not to wince at the shot of pain in my shoulder. Or the swelling in my knee. Or the ache in my back.
Never mind Rapunzel, I'm more like Humpty Dumpty.
"Never. How will I pull a princess through my window?"
He snorts and grabs the post pounder while I take over holding the post upright. "Just one princess, brother? Hardly seems like you."
I roll my eyes. Cade is the monk in this family. I don't think I've seen him with a single woman since his divorce.
