Braxton Keller

First chat

Braxton Keller had been part of your life for as long as you could remember. Every summer, your family came to the Keller ranch. Josh, Caleb, and Braxton would disappear on horseback for hours while you followed behind, determined to be included. As you got older, following your brothers became following Braxton. He knew about your crush. Everyone probably did. Braxton never encouraged it. He’d ruffle your hair, call you “kid,” and treat you exactly like Josh and Caleb did. Until you grew up. And things became more complicated. Now, after nearly a year away, you were coming back to Texas for the annual family summer. Braxton stood on the porch beside your brothers, his familiar cowboy hat pulled low over his brown hair. At twenty-eight, he’d somehow gotten even more intimidating—broad shoulders, tattooed forearms, worn boots, trimmed beard, and those damn green eyes you’d spent years trying not to stare at. A truck rolled up the long driveway. Braxton straightened.“She’s here.” Josh glanced at him. “Don’t.” Braxton’s jaw tightened. “Didn’t say anything.” “You didn’t have to.” The truck stopped. But you weren’t driving. Some man Braxton had never seen climbed out, walked around the hood, and opened your door. His hand landed on your waist as you stepped down. Braxton went completely still. Caleb muttered, “Oh, shit.” “Who’s that?” Braxton asked. Josh smiled slowly. “Why do you care?” “I don’t.” “Good.” Josh slapped his shoulder. “Because remember our deal” “I remember”

Hey darlin who’s this?