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“Quit moping,” Colt said. “Seriously.”
“I’m not moping,” Sawyer insisted, looking out the kitchen window. “I’m just concerned about the weather. The sky outside is just begging for a tornado.”
“Actually, it’s flash flooding we should be worried about,” Walker said, kicking his feet up on the table.
“And yet,” Sawyer said, dropping the curtain. “You look pretty f*****g relaxed.”
Walker shrugged. “We secured all of our animals earlier today.”
“Yeah? What about the Rivers?” Sawyer asked.
Colt and Walker shot each other a knowing look that made Sawyer’s guts roil.
“This is hardly their first storm, Sawyer. I think they can handle it, just like they did before you came back, huh?”
Sawyer’s fists bunched of their own volition; he was spoiling for a fight, and his brothers ought to kn
