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When Nash arrived at the farm, he parked his truck behind the row of cars and spotted Shep standing near the stairs on the porch Fuck He was late And his brother was seething

Not quite sure what he’d done now to piss off Shep, on top of pissing off everyone else in his life, Nash sighed and exited the truck He’d et there on tiht while Nash an, and Gus seemed more attached to the room floor and refused to leave

Nash’s boots crunched against the gravel in the driveaway as he approached Shep looked angrier the closer Nash got But it had taken the kittens longer to feed, and that’s why Nash hadn’t made it on time to take part in a dinner he didn’t even want to attend

“I told you to be here at eight Sharp,” Shep growled, taking a step forward

“My world does not revolve around you”

Shep hesitated, telling Nash he ?” he finally asked

“Have you seen Megan?”

“Yeah, she’s out back”

Nash inhaled a long breath instead of unleashing a string of curse words He’d been worried sick about her all day Yeah, he knew he fucked up Again But there wasn’t a hope in hell he’d ever bow to the likes of Clint Harrison And if the man was in his face, Nash would meet him nose-to-nose

He went to clirabbed his arm “Hold up”

Nash growled over his shoulder “Not fucking now” At Shep’s raised brows, Nash shook his head, and softened his voice “Fuck Sorry, that’s not meant for you”

“I know” Shep fixed an open button on Nash’s shirt and tucked one side of the shirt into his jeans

Nash lifted a sole eyebrow “Is there a reason you’re fixing my clothes?”

“Yes” Shep took a step back and looked Nash over from head to toe “Fix your hat It’s crooked”

Nash didn’t move an inch “I’ll fix it when you tellon”