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sound of the door opening at the other end of the barn
stopped their kiss. Bruce cursed then glared at Jump. "Tonight. We're
going to have to go camping out on the range tonight. I need to get wild and
there are just a few too many men living in that bunkhouse."
    Jump groaned and pushed away from Bruce. "I need to
study. You can go out on the horses alone but I think our ride together will
have to wait for another time if you want me tonight."
    Bruce's brows pinched together. "Can you take the night
away?"
    "Only if I go study now."
    Bruce popped Jump on the ass and he yelped. "Ouch, that
hurt."
    "Go study because I want a piece of that tonight and I
don't want you distracted by books or anything else."
    Jump smiled over his shoulder and winked. "I promise,
when the sun sets tonight, I'm all yours."
    Bruce howled as Jump raced out of the barn and to his books.
His grades were good and he wanted to keep it that way. Tonight, he'd make
Bruce remember exactly why he'd married him. Not that the man had forgotten,
but the stress they'd encountered over the last few months was more than most
people did in a lifetime. It would be four years before he was out of school,
but tonight he'd bring back some of the fun, making sure his lover knew just
how important he was.
     
    *~*~*
     
    Kip hefted the bale of hay into the bed of the truck,
wondering where the hell Jamie had gone off too. Everything had been great up until
two weeks ago. Now Jamie was sneaking off, doing things behind his back and
answering with non-answers when questioned about where he'd been. He didn't
like it one bit but had been too afraid to say anything.
    He saw Jamie's truck coming up the road and he wondered where
he'd come from and what the hell he'd been doing in town—if he had been in town.
Kip didn't want to think about Jamie with someone else, but he'd been honest
about his desires for women. Maybe he'd found a girl to spend his time with and
he was over the gay thing.
    Jamie stopped near the bunkhouse and hopped out, racing
inside without saying anything or even waving. Forcing a discussion on the
issue wasn't his way, but he would have to say something. If this continued the
way it was, he would go crazy with jealousy.
    Michael rounded the corner of the barn, his smile wide.
"Kip, let me help you."
    "Thanks."
    He had five more of the small bales to load into his truck
before driving out to the pasture to drop them for the cows. Calving season was
upon them again and Jamie had wanted to provide a little extra food for the
mammas and maybe a little warmth for the babies if they found the bails
comfortable.
    With the hay loaded he thanked Michael then stopped,
wondering if the guy knew anything. "Hey, have you seen what Jamie has
been doing in town recently?"
    Michael glanced away, his eyes going dark. "Nope."
    Kip wanted to call Michael on the lie but didn't feel it was
his place. Hell, if Jamie was stepping out on him, he guessed he'd find out
sooner or later. Maybe Jamie wasn't the guy for him, but he sure as hell
thought he was.
    The drive out to feed the cows was over faster than he
wanted. He decided to head to the back pasture just to check things out. He
needed to spend more time away from Jamie so he didn't say anything. Friday
night the cowboys were planning a big party and he'd been told he had to go. He
didn't think he and Jamie would have this solved in two days. It would be
awkward if he confronted him before the party but this weekend he and Jamie
were going to have a talk and he was going to figure this out. If they weren't
going to stay together as a couple he'd rather know sooner than later.
     
    *~*~*
     
    Connor glared at Mike, pissed off that the man was pouring
perfectly good liquor down the drain.
    "Not the Glenmorangie," Connor roared as Mike
grabbed for the bottle of perfect scotch. Mike lifted a brow, shooting him a
quizzical glance. "It's special. I won't drink it and I never drink more
than a few fingers every few months."
    Mike