Seth's Chance [Brac Pack 27] Read Free Page B

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“There’s something different about you, son.” His pa stood there, examining Chance with his eyes, making him feel as though he were being put under a microscope. Chance shifted, leaning to his right, away from his pa.
“You look like you’re gonna kiss me.”
Pa chuckled. “You are maturing.”
“Not the M word, Pa,” Chance warned as he walked down the steps to the porch. He’d go gaze off into nothingness somewhere else. His pa really did look all goofy-eyed, and Chance wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
“It looks good on you,” his pa called out as Chance headed toward the barn. If the man wasn’t his pa, and Chance wasn’t afraid he’d be skinned alive, he’d flip the guy off. But Chance wasn’t totally crazy…yet.
He walked into the barn to see Abe hovering around Riley, and a petulant look on Riley’s face. When Abe first came here, he was terrified of the animals on the ranch. He was still terrified of them, but he was also following around the Lakeland men like a lost puppy. Chance didn’t think it was a sexual attraction, but he didn’t know the man too well.
It could be.
Which would suck for Abe because almost all of Chance’s brothers were mated. All accept the oldest, Riley, and one of the triplets, Bryce. Chance kind of felt sorry for the fey as he pushed closer in as Riley showed him how to shoe a horse. Abe was wasting his time on Riley. His brother was aloof, moody, and quiet as hell. A chatterbox like Abe didn’t stand a chance.
No chatterbox stood a chance.
“How’s it going?” Chance asked as he walked further into the barn, finishing off his coffee. Abe looked up, beaming at Chance with straight, white, brilliant teeth.
If Chance hadn’t found his mate…
“Riley is a great teacher,” Abe said as he stared at Riley’s face as if it were the only thing left in the world.
Poor guy.
When reality set in that Riley wasn’t going to give Abe the time of day, the man was going to crash hard. Some people just set themselves up that way, and no amount of arguing from Chance would change Abe’s mind.
“I need help out by the corral, Abe.”
Abe waved Chance off as he once again smiled up at Riley. God, the man had it bad. Last week Abe followed Roman around as if Roman had roped the moon and handed it to him. The only thing that almost got handed to Abe was his ass when Roman’s mate, Steven, had noticed the way Abe was fussing over Roman.
Chance saw the man for what he was, attention denied. Abe acted as if no one had ever paid him any attention in his life and he was desperate for some. Chance just hoped Abe didn’t go after the wrong brother in his quest to get some attention.
That would be bad.
As Chance walked out of the barn, he spotted his pa heading his way. Damn it. Guess his morning of doing nothing was over. He paused when he saw the grim look on the man’s face. His pa was good-natured and easygoing. He hardly wore a frown. Malcolm Lakeland could be caught any time of the day with a broad smile on his face.
The scowl was a bit scary. “What’s wrong?”
His pa shook his head. “Sloane’s in jail.”
To say Chance was shocked would be an understatement. He didn’t know Sloane that well, but he knew the man wasn’t a criminal. Hell, he was settled in a new home with his vampire mate, D. What the hell was going on?
“For?”
“Hit-and-run,” Pa said as he closed the distance. “Some witness said he saw Sloane’s truck leaving the scene of the crime. The witness even supplied his license plate number. Maverick is working on freeing Sloane, but we need to go check on D.”
“What do you mean Maverick is working to free Sloane? The police know Maverick. He should have some pull to get Sloane out.”
Pa shook his head, sighing as he turned and headed toward his truck. Chance followed. “Sloane isn’t in jail in Brac Village. He had gone to the city early this morning while D slept to get some things for the house. That’s all I know right