Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Rebel

Playing connect the dots was his newest obsession.

Joel Coleman took another drink, the tepid coffee left in the bottom of his cup barely registering. He was too fascinated with the smooth, exposed line of Victoria Hansols neck as she stood one table over taking down an order. With her shining brown hair pulled into a ponytail, his contemplation lingered on the freckle he wanted to nibble. Leading up to the one on her jawline. Right before he tasted the one hovering to the side of her luscious-looking mouth.

He could play this game all day if his estimate of how far her freckles extended was accurate.

Youre drooling.

Joel dragged his gaze off the woman hed been ogling, and focused across the table. His brothers grin was familiar enough. Joel saw pretty much the same face every time he glanced in a mirror. Dark hair, square jaw. As identical twins, he and Jesse had their share of mistaken-for-each-other stories.

Jesse peeked over his shoulder, turning back with a laugh.

Vicki Hansol? Youre not serious. Jesse leaned forward and lowered his voice. I mean, yeah, shes hot. But

Whoa, hold it. Joel shook his head in denial. Just because shes built doesnt mean I want to get involved with her. Im admiring the view, thats all.

View is rather tasty. Jesses brow rose, and he hummed for a moment. How come weve never gone out with her?

Damn it. Joels stomach clenched. We? Jesse, will you fucking stop that? There is no we when it comes to dating, okay? There are girls you date, and girls I date.

Fine. No need to bite my head off. Jesse flopped back in his seat, hands raised in mock surrender.

Joel fixed his twin with a firm glare until Jesse laughed and returned to his plate. This was not a matter Joel was willing to bend on. Not anymore. Theyd gotten a reputation over the years, him and Jesse. Not as wild as the Hansol family, but that was probably because the oldest of their immediate Coleman kin were squeaky clean and respectable. As the youngest of the Six Pack clanliterally the youngest by all of thirty minutes after Jesses arrivalJoel was ready to move on.

He stared at Vickis legs as she stood at the far end of the caf, topping up a customers coffee. Hed seen the woman around town for years. Gone to school with her, in fact, although he and Jesse had been a couple grades above her. He knew about the Hansol girls, or what the community gossiped about them. The rotating door on her oldest sisters bedroom had been discussed during many a late-night drunken boast-session among the less-than-courteous males whod taken Sarah up on her willingness to share.

The short skirt that was part of the waitress uniform swirled around Vickis limbs as she moved, and Joel fought to find something else to concentrate on. Because there was no way, no matter how attracted he was, no way was he going to get involved with one of the towns bad girls.

This was the year he made some changes. He was done with college, back on the ranch, and ready to move forward. Didnt mean he wasnt going to have any fun, but he planned to watch his step a little more.

Which put Vicki Hansol on the drool over at a distance, but avoid list.

Suddenly, there she was, a polite smile that didnt quite reach her eyes pasted on her lips. Either of you boys want dessert?

Jesse shook his head. Not for me, thanks.

He pulled out his cellphone to answer it, talking quietly toward the window.

Joel gazed up at Vicki, working hard to focus on her face and not the amazing rack pushing the front of her uniform. You bake today? Because, frankly, no one else here can beat your pies.

Her smile came alive, brightening her entire face and making her brown eyes sparkle. Made a dozen this morning. You want cherry or lemon meringue?

Something inside twisted. Her obvious pleasure at the simple bit of praise struck him as odd. As if she didnt receive many compliments. A piece of each, please.

Vicki nodded, reaching for the empty plates in front of them before retreating without a word, her skirt swaying over the rounds of her ass as she vanished into the back of the caf.

Jesse hung up and pushed his phone into a pocket. When youre done lunch, Dad says to meet him at the seed store. Hes going to order for next year. Wants your opinion on some new strains.

No problem. Are you finishing the south fields this afternoon?

Jesse wrinkled his nose. Probably take all day tomorrow as well to get done. Blake took a break to hit some prenatal thing with Jaxi. Cant fault our big bro for taking time off to do his family duty, but theres more to finish than possible in one run.

Joel nodded. He should have said something earlier. I can give you and Blake a hand in the morning if the third tractor is running.

That would be great. Heydid I tell you? We got an invite to a party in Red Deer this weekend. You want to head out Friday night or Saturday?

Neither. But not for any reason Joel wanted to explain. Whose place?

Some friends of friends of Travis. Boats, barbecues and bikinis.

Bikinis? Joel laughed out loud. Its the first week of October. Are they crazy?

Jesse shrugged. Forecast is for clear skies. If Indian summer hangs on for another couple days, itll be fun. I already said wed be there, so if you pick up the beer Ill swing the food.

Typical. Of course, I get the booze, and youll sweet-talk someone into making grub for you. Jaxi? Ma?

Jesse looked offended at the suggestion. I am capable of pulling together a couple dishes for a potluck.

Youre going to bring cheese buns and pepperoni sticks, and call them cowboy pizzas. Joel thought back over all the weird things his brother had done to avoid cooking. Or maybe hit the bulk aisle and nab premade chicken wings and frozen ranch fries.

Jesse grinned. In the cooler in the back of my truck already. Why switch out a winning combination?

Youre such an ass.

His twin rose to his feet and checked his watch. Ill see you in a bit, right?

Ill be there after I finish up with Dad. Joel tried his own subtle prodding. Of course if you completed the repairs to the corral fence before I got back, I wouldnt be upset.

Ha. I think I might get distracted before hitting that part of the work list. Jesse winked and waved, heading out the door with nods to the locals.

Joel leaned against the rough fabric of the seat cover, easing his legs under the table as his twin drove off. While he liked his growing independence, there was something a touch weird about it. He and Jesse had been into every sort of trouble over the years, but always together. At school, in the fields. Where one was, the other was never far behind. Getting themselves into situations, or talking themselves out of it.

Joel swirled the liquid in his cup, trying to ignore the internal grumble reminding him it was usually Jesse who got them into mischief, leaving it his responsibility to get them out.

Even something simple like the party this weekend. Last place on earth he wanted to be. Friends of friends

Screw it. Nope.

He wasnt interested, and hed make that clear when he saw Jesse later. Maybe it had been a long summer or something, but he was tired of the nearly forced good times theyd been having weekend after weekend. Joel didnt want another wild party. He wasnt ready to sit at home and do nothing, but a little time with local friends and family would be a nice change of pace.