Wait. What in the hell am I saying?
“Yes,” I stated.
“Then stay out of my business and away from my son.”
And it appeared the jerk was back. “I beg your pardon?”
“Did I stutter . . . Miss Pratt?”
There was no way I was going to let him think he could intimidate me. I folded my arms and let myself give him a good once-over.
This time, I got an even better look than a few moments ago.
Oh yes, he was built indeed. Bigger than what I’d thought he would be for a bull rider. He had a broad chest and well-defined arms, and by the way his legs fit into those jeans, I would say the rest of his body was in top form as well.
Still, good looks aside, this man would not be allowed to speak to me like this on my own property.
“Listen here, Mister Shaw,” I retorted with my own sassy attitude, “I don’t know what crawled up that ass of yours and died, but I do not appreciate being spoken to that way. This is my property now, and you, sir, are not welcome on it if you’re going to be a cocksucker.”
His brow lifted, and I swore I saw the corners of his mouth rise slightly. “A cocksucker?” he repeated.
“Yes! A dirty, rotten asshole of a cocksucker. Oh! And let’s add rude in there while we’re at it.”
“Me, rude? You just uttered a laundry list of bad names to call me.”
I scoffed. “Oh, please. I’m positive I’m not the first person to call you an asshole.”
Then he looked like he wanted to kiss me again, with the way he was staring at my mouth—and, I hated to admit, I wanted him to.
How messed up am I that I actually want this man to kiss me?
Brock took a few steps back. It was as if he was finally noticing the heat our bodies had been creating by standing so close together.
“Does your mama know you’ve got a dirty mouth on you?”
Narrowing my eyes, I leaned forward some. “Does your mama know how you treat women?”
He flinched and took another step back.
Ha! That did it.
A guy didn’t have to be raised in the South to know that if his mama found out he was being a dick to a woman, she’d be pretty pissed about it.
“Well, looks like you met my brother Brock,” Ty said from the entry of the barn. “And, by the look on your face and the way you’re standing, he didn’t make a very good first impression.”
I lifted my chin higher. “No, he didn’t. Now, if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen”—I glared at Brock—“and I use that word loosely for one of you, I’ve got work to do.”
I walked past Brock but came to an abrupt halt when he reached for my arm and stopped me, whispering under his breath as I stared up at him with as much contempt as I could muster.
“I didn’t mean to be so . . . rude. It’s just . . . this place holds memories I’d like to forget, and I don’t want my son . . . well, anyway, I’m sorry.”
My eyes looked down to where his hand was holding my arm. He instantly dropped it and ran it through his hair.
“You know the way off of my property. Don’t let the barn door hit your ass on the way out.”
The good-looking jerk actually had the nerve to give me a crooked, sexy-as-sin grin. When I turned to leave, I could feel his eyes on me.
I didn’t want to do it, but I glanced over my shoulder, and he was watching me walk away. With that damn smirk still plastered across his face.
Ugh! Men!
Chapter Six
BROCK
Turning on the heel of my cowboy boot, I watched that gorgeous firecracker—otherwise known as Lincoln Pratt—storm out of the barn. The barn that had once belonged to me.
My eyes drifted down to the perfect ass in a pair of tight jeans. She glanced back and caught me staring.
Ty followed her out, issuing apologies on my behalf for whatever it was I had said to make her so angry. I smiled bigger when she lifted her hand to shut my brother up as she stomped off to the house.
I stopped next to Ty, and we both watched.
“What in the hell did you do to piss her off like that?”
Right before Lincoln walked into her house, she cast a glance over her shoulder once more. The look she gave me clearly said fuck off.
“She’s a tad bit on the emotional side, is what I’m guessing,” I said, knowing damn well I had been a complete jerk but unwilling to admit that to Ty. One reason was, I felt embarrassed by my reaction moments ago. Two, he would for sure tell our mother. I shuddered at that thought. I faced my brother. “What in the hell were you thinking, bringing Blayze here?”