Bluegrass Undercover (Bluegrass Brothers)

to see his receiver miss another catch.
    “Hey, Coach.” Cade turned back to Annie when he heard her call out to him. “Tell your QB he’s focusing on his target receiver too soon.”
    Damn if she wasn’t right. But she turned around on her heel, and he watched what could only be described as her mesmerizing backside as she walked away from him. Who was this woman?
     
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    Cade tossed a bottle of beer to his older brother Marshall and took a seat on the new couch in his living room. Actually, most everything in the house was new. He had been living with Marshall while his house was being renovated and updated. His brother lived two pastures over, about a mile or so to the south. His parents were another mile to the southwest, and his oldest brother Miles lived about two miles to the west.
    His family was very large, six children, and very tight knit. He, Marshall and Miles had gone off after 9/11 and joined the Army Rangers. Two years later they signed up for a classified elite Delta Force. All three of them had made it in after a rigorous test and training period. He had helped in rescue missions of dignitaries that no one had ever known about, or would ever know about. He had rescued, killed, and garnered intelligence for his country for four years before coming home, completing his education and becoming a teacher.
    His other brothers were surprised when he chose to teach instead of going into business with one of them. While they were overseas in the Army, Miles had started buying up small tracts of property surrounding his parents’ farm. He and Marshall liked the idea, and so they too started buying small tracts whenever they came up for sale. As a result, the Davies family now had a huge spread in Keeneston, where his parents raised vegetables and he and his brothers had a cattle ranch. But, like his brothers, it was just a hobby. Miles was a corporate tycoon who helped small family farmers fight against the big corporations, and Marshall owned his own security firm in Lexington. His younger brother Cy was the black sheep. No one knew what he did, and Cy hadn’t felt like telling them yet. He technically had cattle on the farm but was hardly ever around to take care of them. As a result, he shared the profits with his brothers who took care of them for him. His youngest brother Pierce was a graduate student in agriculture at the University of Kentucky. He liked to plant things and watch them grow. Finally, there was his sister Paige who was going to be the first one of the Davies’ kids to get married. Her fiancé Cole Parker was a good guy – FBI, but more importantly cared for and loved his sister.
    Now Cade’s mother had gotten it in her head that all her kids should marry and settle down. She’d even made a wager with the Rose sisters at the Blossom Café about when Paige and Cole would have a baby. Every Sunday night the whole family gathered for dinner, and her mother always had a new “friend” she wanted one of the boys to meet.
    “Mom said she has a new friend she wants me to meet,” Marshall complained. Marshall slumped on the couch and sighed. He was an inch taller than Cade, and instead of having his dark blonde color, he had the same brown that ran in the family. All the brothers looked similar, the differences being their facial features. They all had hazel eyes, but Cade had sharp angles to his face, giving him an old-fashioned, aristocratic look compared to Marshall’s more square face complete with a sharp nose that was slightly crooked.
    “Where did this friend come from?”
    “A dental hygienist from when she got her teeth cleaned yesterday. Apparently she has a sister…” Cade groaned, so that was why his mother had called him earlier today.
    “I think I already got a call about that. Speaking of women, I met the most confusing, frustrating, sexy woman today.” Cade took a drink from his beer and slouched back on the couch with his brother.
    “Really? Don’t tell Mom or she’ll reserve the church. So, who is she?” If Cade didn’t know his brother so well, he would think by his posture he didn’t care, but his eyes were the giveaway. Marshall was dying to know.
    “Annie Hill, the new guidance counselor.”
    “What did she do?
    “She walked right into the middle of a Corey Bonner steroid-induced meltdown. Sent him packing when he threw a punch and then, well, then she told me she was protecting me!”
    Marshall choked on his beer, “She