Kit & Rogue (The Sons of Dusty Walker) Read Free Page B

we sit down together with a calendar and discuss this? We can see what works for each of us and divide up the trips so no one has all the responsibility.”
    “Sounds damn good to me,” Dylan agreed. “I think we make more headway talking business together when we’re not in this office environment.” He looked around at the book-lined shelves. “This room makes me feel a bit claustrophobic.”
    “I agree,” Rogue nodded. He’d met with the D. Walker Mineral staff, making sure there were no pending contracts that needed to be processed. While the time spent in the office was profitable and necessary, the hours the Walker siblings spent getting to know one another–evaluating one another’s strengths and weaknesses–that would be what created a functioning, productive team. They’d had some brotherly bonding time along with the countless business meetings. So far they’d taken a fishing trip together on Dusty’s boat, which had been fun, even if Jackson was the biggest fish they’d caught, getting a lure hooked in his hand. A day or two after that, Killian had grilled steaks for them at his new horse ranch.
    Rogue figured it was his turn. “I tell you what, let’s meet at the saloon about eight tonight. We can play a few hands of Texas Hold’em, and all drinks are on me. While we’re there, we can divide up the future schedule to everybody’s liking.”
    “We’re not high rollers like you are, Rogue.” Jackson leaned on the door facing, one hand on his hip.
    “Not that any of us will be hurting for money, if we can find a way to work together and keep D. Walker Mineral profitable.” Rogue began, but Dylan interrupted him.
    “Easy for you to say, bro. You own your own oil exploration business, the rest of us don’t bank roll as much as you do.” Jackson gave his brother a pointed stare.
    Rogue rose, shaking his head. “We’re just now showing a profit at Lone Wolf. Start-ups are always costly, no matter what you’re selling.” Seeing the concerned looks on all three of his brother’s faces, he held up his hands. “Look, we’ll keep the stakes low and the good times high, how’s that?”
    Killian smiled. “Sounds good. Are you bringing Kit or is this a guy’s night only?”
    “Gambling and drinking.” Rogue mused. “I think it’s probably best that we let the little ladies do their own thing.” Watching the changing emotions on his brother’s face, Rogue could read him like a book. Killian was newly married, the couple were still on their honeymoon and happiness shone in his face. Rogue understood. He, himself, was happier with Kit than he’d ever thought about being.
    In fact, everything was working out better than he’d expected. At first, he’d been nervous to try and fit into his errant late father’s dynasty. Finding out he had three almost identical half-brothers was mind-blowing, not to mention the fact that they had to learn to work together. The years he’d invested building Lone Wolf had been fairly solitary. Elijah was the only one he’d ever allowed to get too close. For most of his life it had only been him and his mother. And now Kit, of course. A surge of love warmed his heart. He thanked his lucky stars every day that fate had led him to her door. Having her in his life meant everything to him. Oh, he still had his ‘rogue’ tendencies, his penchant for wanting to do things alone, his way. But she’d told him something the other night after they’d made love that rang true for him. She’d said. “You can have roots and wings at the same time, Rogue. You don’t have to choose.”
    He was holding on to that. “Let’s just get together about eight this evening and play a few hands, we don’t have to make a late night of it. We’ve had so much information pushed at us this week, unwinding is important.”
    “I agree.” Jackson stood and pushed his chair under the conference table. “I’m feeling lucky; you guys better watch out. I just might clean your