Off Limits (Corrupt Cowboys #1)

O ut here, the night is black, and the silence is deadly. Grid four is the most remote section of the ranch, and the line-camp cabin we have out here is the perfect place for our talk with Trevor Henson.

When we hear a truck pull up outside, Wade puts out his cigarette and sits a little straighter in the wooden chair he’s resting in. I don’t know how he always manages to stay so relaxed. But then, I figure that’s the privilege you get when you're the little brother of a family.

Wade left home to join the rodeo when he was eighteen, and Pops saw him off proudly. Me? I can’t even spend an extra hour in town without him calling my phone and asking me where I am or telling me something’s gone wrong.

The door to the cabin opens, and when Cole steps inside, I don’t know how I feel about him being here.