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Cut and Run 2 - Sticks and Stones

Cut and Run 2 - Sticks and Stones

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Autoren: Abigail Roux Madeleine Urban
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understanding. She didn’t like to give advice, and she knew Ty would ask for it if he wanted it. Since he hadn’t, she moved on to the one thing she knew always helped Ty when he was antsy. “Feel like some hard work?” she asked him hopefully.
    “Yes, ma’am,” Ty answered without hesitation.
    “Got a whole pile of wood needs chopping,” Mara told him.
    Ty was already standing. He grabbed several more of the crust rolls and tossed them into his mouth as he pushed his chair in. “Make sure I got time to shower before dinner,” he managed to say through the mouthful, and he was heading for the back door.
    “Holler if you need help,” she called after him with a smile.
    He raised his hand and waved over his shoulder before disappearing out the door. Mara smiled and shook her head. He wouldn’t call if he needed help. He never did.

    Z ANE inhaled sharply and opened his eyes as he woke with a jerk. He was looking up at an exposed beam wooden ceiling, and after a moment, his brain caught up. He sighed and let his eyes flutter shut for a long moment before he yawned and sat up. He actually felt pretty decent, even if the couch wasn’t the most comfortable he’d ever napped on.
    He stood up and stretched his arms toward the ceiling as he listened to what was going on around him. He could hear the faint sound of music somewhere, a regular series of thudding noises, and the clatter of dishes from the kitchen. He walked over to the entryway and looked in to see Mara Grady turning away from the sink with a large bowl full of apples and a paring knife.
    She jumped slightly when she saw him standing there, and then she relaxed and laughed at herself. “Not used to having you boys home,” she said with a grin. “Did you have a nice nap?” she asked.
    Zane felt a smile pull at his lips, and he let it loose. Home . “Yeah, I did, actually,” he said, hearing the faint surprise in his own voice.
    “Well, good,” Mara said happily. She sat at the table and reached for the first apple. “You want something to eat? I think Ty may have missed a few of these,” she offered as she pushed a plate of rolled dough toward him.
    “Thank you,” Zane answered, a little bemused by her cheerful nature. Ty certainly hadn’t inherited that . “Mind if I get a drink?”
    “Help yourself, honey,” Mara answered as she worked on the apples, peeling and slicing them and tossing them into a bowl.
    Zane moved over to the fridge and checked out the selection, choosing a pitcher of what looked like iced tea. He’d seen her pull glasses out of a cabinet at breakfast, so he knew where to find those. He was pouring the tea when he happened to glance out the window over the sink and froze mid-pour, the tea splattering a bit on his shirt and the countertop.
    In the small clearing behind the house, Ty was working on a pile of logs, splitting them easily with powerful, arcing swings of the axe he wielded. He’d taken off the shirt he’d been wearing and hung it on a nearby tree branch, leaving only his thin T-shirt to cover hard muscles Zane was intimately familiar with. The material was soaked through with sweat, clinging slightly, and the words were almost obscured by the darkened material. Zane could still read them, though, and they brought a smile to his face. He hadn’t seen one of Ty’s T-shirts in quite a while, and this one was right on par with all the others. There was a police car on it, and the words “The police never think it’s as funny as you do.”
    As Zane watched, Ty stopped, set the axe down, and yanked the T-shirt over his head. He wiped his face with it and then tossed it aside.
    Zane had to blink a few times as his gut cramped. Jesus. It wasn’t like he’d never seen Ty shirtless before. Clearing his throat, he set down the pitcher and picked up the damp dishrag to wipe up the mess he’d made.
    “Is that a bad batch?” Mara asked as she turned to peer at the tea. “Sometimes Earl makes it and it could peel the paint off an outhouse.”
    “Oh, no, it’s fine. I just, uh, missed the glass a little,” Zane said weakly, turning on the cold water to wash out the rag, keeping his body facing the sink. It probably wouldn’t do for Mara to see how tight his jeans were all of a sudden. It was indecent how sometimes just one look at Ty was all it took.
    “All the time you boys spend at the shooting range you’d think your aim would be better,” Mara said with a smile evident in her voice.
    Zane

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