Shane’s Ride
By Emery C. Walters
Wade was so smooth, his admiring little brother called him Suede. Of course, Wade was twenty-four and Shane, A.K.A little bro, was only twenty. But, oh, did Shane admire the way the ladies fell for Wade, left, right, and straight off the back end of their horses. On purpose, Shane knew, because he was invisible to women, and they talked about how sexy Wade was right in front of him.
What irritated the s**t out of Shane was the fact that he was so much better looking. Wade had brown goofy, spiky hair and deep brown eyes and a bit of a lisp. He, Shane, was blond, his hair curled nicely, and his eyes were deep ocean blue. It wasn’t fair, and he hated it.
Shane had been studying his brother since he first caught up to him, sort of, as a freshman in high sch
