“I’d hoped it was just a one-time thing, but it’s been a week, and she’s still coming onto me.” Reed tipped back his Corona and shuddered. “It’s…weird, y’all. And I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Just tell her you’re not interested.” Eli Hamilton, king of stating the obvious, dug a chip into the guacamole at the center of the table tucked into the corner of Los Pantalones. The Mexican cantina was actually named Vaquero, but years ago, all of the neon cowboy on the sign had burned out, except for his pants. Nobody knew who’d started the nickname, but it’d stuck.
“All that time spent in the woods away from people has given you the sensitivity of a bulldozer, little brother.” Leo, the elder of the twins by ten minutes, merely lifted a brow when Eli flipped him off. “Classy.”
“And yet, I
