About Added Money
by Chris Owen
37 pages / 10200 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-218-7
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Gideon Smith is a man with a secret. He's a rodeo cowboy competing at
the Calgary Stampede and should have his mind on the ride, but instead he's
got his mind and his hands all over Nick DeShane. That would be fine if
Gideon wasn't in the closet, and wasn't sharing a tiny trailer with his big
brother, Justice. Things get complicated fast when Justice narrowly misses
interrupting a date and Nick starts putting things together. Find out if
Gideon can win the added money or if he's going to lose it all.
Originally published in the Cowboy Up! Anthology.
Sample
"You look nice," Justice said, leaning in. "Smell good, too." He took a long
sniff and grinned, his eyes full of speculation. "What's her name?"
"Never you mind," Gideon said, trying to push past his brother. The last
thing he wanted was an interrogation; lies always made him feel guilty and
he just wanted to have a good time without stress and worry. "I'm going to
be late, Jus."
Justice relented a little, backing away. "At least tell me what she looks
like and what's got you spinning so bad. You look like you've gone to a fair
amount of trouble. New jeans?"
"Just clean." Gideon reached for his hat and weighed how much to say against
the trouble of not saying anything at all. "Tall," he offered. "Short dark
curls, and an amazing ass."
"And you met her when, exactly? We've been in town less than two days and
you have an actual real live date?" Justice grinned at him. "This wouldn't
be an imaginary friend would it?"
Gideon snorted. "You were the one with imaginary friends."
"So? Where did you meet her?"
He knew he was stuck until he gave up some answers; Justice was like a dog
with a bone about things he thought he had every right to know. "Montana,"
Gideon said finally. "We met in Montana. And again in Utah, then in Montana
again."
Justice raised an eyebrow. "She follows the circuit?"
Gideon nodded and moved to the door again. "I'm going to be late, Jus."
Justice stepped back and grabbed Gideon's hat off its hook. "Hey," he said
seriously as he set it on Gideon's head. "I need you in good shape tomorrow,
little brother. Might be nice to win one this time."
There wasn't much chance of winning, but a decent showing would be welcome.
"I'll be ready in the morning," he said, as seriously as Justice. "Promise."
Justice pulled the door open and swept his arm toward the opening. "Don't
let me keep you, then. And don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Gideon rolled his eyes. He was pretty sure Justice would never even dream
about what he was hoping to do to that amazing ass he'd been thinking about
all day. "Right," he said, stepping out. "I'll keep that in mind."