Bossa Nova won’t be out until next year but since it’s on my mind, how about a preview?
Reno Montgomery opened the door to his brother’s bedroom and kicked a pair of dirty boots in from the hall.
“God, you’re a pig,” he said to Darren, his twin brother. “Leave your nasty boots somewhere other than outside my door.”
Darren just laughed. “I was in a hurry last night.”
“Well, you’d better get in a hurry this morning. That cold front moved in and the ponds are frozen over.”
“Crap.” Darren swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there scratching his head. “I was looking forward to sleeping in this morning.”
“You have,” Reno replied. “It’s almost nine.”
“No shit?” Darren’s gaze whipped around to his bedside clock. He stretched and stood. “I’ll go hack the ice.”
“Good. I fed the herd already. I’m headed out to the barn to see to the horses.”
“Fine. Is there coffee?”
Darren lifted a pair of jeans off the back of a chair. “One of us needs to do some laundry.” He shoved his legs into the denim. “These jeans can almost stand by themselves.”
“Your turn, bro. I did it last week.”
“Remind me again why we fired the housekeeper.”
“We didn’t. She quit after one look at your underwear.”
Darren laughed and threw a dirty shirt at his brother’s head. “I think it was your socks that did her in.”
“Not hardly.” Reno tossed the shirt back at his brother. “Catch ya later.”
He headed downstairs to grab a cup of hot coffee to warm himself up before he headed out again. A kitchen, living room, office, bathroom and small bedroom made up the lower level of the ranch house he shared with his twin brother. Stepping off the bottom step into the living room, he glanced at the stack of ranching magazines piled by the fireplace listing to one side. They’d probably fall into a heap when Darren tossed the next magazine on top.
When they’d bought the acreage to start up the D&R ranch, the house had been part of the deal. It was old and a little tired in appearance, but the walls were sturdy and the bathrooms worked, and for he and Darren, that was all that was important at the time. They’d been more interested in prime grazing land for their cattle than sleeping arrangements for themselves. But a couple of years had passed, and neither of them had had the time or energy to invest in whipping the house into better condition.
Two housekeepers had come and gone in the past year. It wasn’t that Reno was a slob, but Darren? That was where the problem lay. Apparently, Reno had gotten all the neatnik genes and Darren had gotten all the good-looks genes. But truth to tell, mopping and dusting weren’t on Reno’s to-do list often either. He dragged his finger through the thick layer of dust on the coffee table. Maybe after the holidays were over, they’d give that housekeeper idea another try.
Darren clomped down the stairs. “Why you standing there looking at the table? Something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, if you don’t count the inch of dust.”
Darren laughed. “Want me to invite Sarah Jane over to dinner again? You know she can’t stand the dust and will have the vacuum out before dinner.”
As much as Reno hated to admit it—and he knew it wasn’t right—he gave some serious thought to letting Darren do just that. But Sarah Jane Mackey was too infatuated with Darren for her own good. Darren was a player. Sarah Jane was a marrying sort of girl.
“No. Don’t do that. You know that girl has a serious thing for you.”
Darren shrugged. “I can’t help it if I’m good looking.”
Rene rolled his eyes. “Please. Our bulls are better looking.”
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