Chapter 13

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Will had been followed. He was almost certain that someone was following him around town. Probably some son-of-a-bitch looking for the lost load or something. Or that bastard Bruce Tyler. Guy was a sick freak, and he was still out there. And he knew—knew what Will had done sometimes.

Everybody was looking for it—it was like the lost treasure of Atlantis or something.

Well, it was Will’s. And he’d been called by the guys out of Texas to come and pick up another, fast. They had a rig waiting for him and had sprung for a plane ticket for him to get his ass there. They hadn’t wanted to use local drivers down there for some reason.

What was he supposed to do—turn down that kind of money? They were offering three thousand dollars for him to pick up a small RV loaded with the goods and tow it right back to Garrett, Wyoming, and just hide it there. That was it.

Two days, and he’d be rich again. He could even skim a box or so off the top to sell for some extra cash too.

Maybe he’d use some of that money to get a girl. Take her to a nice place and then back to a hotel. Have a good time. There were a few girls he knew in Texas who were always up for a good time, provided he give them some OPJ free of charge and everything. They could have a little party of their own.

There was one who was on the really small side. Had blond hair, not blond like Dylan’s, but he could squint. Pretend a little.

That was what he’d do—he’d look that girl up as soon as he made it to Finley Creek. He fantasized about doing just that as he drove the long miles between Masterson and Finley Creek.

Only, about halfway there, the woman in his fantasy turned back into the woman he’d left behind. Fuck, he wanted her. Wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman ever.

He pulled his truck off into a rest stop and parked. He was going to check in with the new bosses—they demanded updates every four hours now—tell them he was going to sleep for a while. Then he had some pure stuff in his wallet. He was going to relax for a while and imagine exactly what he was going to do to her when he got to her again.

Dylan.

Hell, the only woman he wanted right now was that one.

The idea that she was living with Fletcher Tyler wasn’t sitting too well. He’d met that asshole before. Fletcher had been a year behind Abby in school, a skinny little loser. Will had been almost as big as Fletcher was until, like, Abby was a senior or something. Fletcher wasn’t anything special, even though he’d been in a fucking movie and everything. Well, so had Will and his friends. They’d been in two scenes. But a lot of the women around thought Fletcher was amazing and hot and perfect.

It was disgusting.

Abby liked Fletcher because of how he looked but mostly because of his ranch. He wasn’t a fool.

They had grown up on a small ranch—way smaller than Fletcher’s. Will had hated it, but Abby still bitched and whined about them losing their home that had been in their family for generations. It had been in their mom’s family, but their dad had lost it. He’d gotten pretty useless for a while there after Will’s mom had died. Made some bad decisions.

Will was going to buy that ranch back someday, he decided right then and there. Just to prove he wasn’t as much a fuckup as his old man.

Dylan was probably fucking that asshole too.

That just pissed Will off, made him take double the amount of OPJ he intended. As he waited for it to take hold, he just imagined Dylan. And what he would do if he took Fletcher Tyler’s place. A ranch of his own to pass down someday, money from those stupid investments he was making, Dylan. Most of all, he’d have Dylan.

To do whatever he wanted to with her. He’d strip her naked, and they would screw each other like he had never screwed another woman before.

He stayed right there where he was in the back seat of his truck and imagined it.

When the OPJ hit, it was better than it had ever been before.

Will knew it was because of her .