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

you don’t.”
    “Nope, got it covered. I picked up a pair before our fishing trip the other day.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I even bought a pair of sandals. I’m ready for this trip. All I need is a pair of sunglasses and I’ll be ready to sail in style. If we get stranded on some deserted island, at least I’ll be dressed the part,” he teased.
    Kit shivered. “Don’t say that. I’ve seen that movie with Tom Hanks. I don’t want to be a castaway.” Actually, she had several reservations about this trip. Heck, she didn’t even like the water. What had she been thinking?
    Oh, yeah.
    She wanted to elope and Vegas seemed so overdone. Besides, as he’d mentioned, Rogue had told her more than once that he regretted never taking the time to go on a cruise. Oh well, she’d make it. Not too many cruise liners sank every year. Did they?
    “See you later, baby. Be waiting for me. Naked,” he whispered playfully.
    “You got it, Cowboy. Don’t win all of your brother’s money,” she warned, knowing he was a highly skilled card player.
    “Candy from a baby,” he yelled over his shoulder. Hearing her small noise of protest, he laughed. “Teasing, Kit-Kat. I love you.”
    The drive from White Wing into Red Creek didn’t take long, about fifteen minutes. He passed the small shops, seeing the lights and fall decorations. He’d never been much for holidays, but fall was undeniably his favorite time of the year. A grin came out of nowhere. Next year they’d have a baby. Soon he’d be taking the little tyke trick-or-treating. That would be fun.
    When he pulled up to the small saloon, he could see his brother’s vehicles already parked out front. This wasn’t a rowdy place, Red Creek was a friendly town. The saloon was the only place still open at this hour other than the diner. He’d been in the establishment once or twice, enough to know they served good beer and encouraged their customers to play pool, darts, cards or dance. In other words, Rogue would feel right at home.
    Exiting his truck, he could hear live music coming from the swinging front doors as customers went in and out. His goal for tonight was to connect with the other Walker boys, and cement their relationship so they could learn to trust one another.
    As he pushed the hanging doors open and entered, a short bowlegged man stopped him. “Hold on there, fella.” The slightly inebriated cowboy stared at him. “I need glasses, Pete! Here’s another one!” he announced to the balding man standing next to him. “I’m not just seeing double. Or triple! There’s four of them rascals.” He rubbed his eyes. “Are you fellows real or did I drink too many Miller lights?”
    Rogue patted the poor fellow on the shoulder. “No, you’re not hallucinating. There’s four of us.” At the man’s puzzled expression, he laughed. “Believe me, I understand. It surprised me too.”
    “Hey, Rogue! Over here.” Killian called from across the room. “We’ve already set you up a tab.”
    He waved at his brothers, stopping to speak to a few folks he’d recently met along the way. Word of their arrival in Red Creek and the circumstances concerning Dusty’s death had given some people a lot to talk about. Shaking his head, Rogue continued on his way, accepting a beer from a passing waitress. He and his mother were used to gossip. Having an absentee father who isn’t married to your mother provides fodder to those who love to mind other people’s business. 
    “Hope you brought a lot of money, high-roller.” Jackson tipped back a mug and drained it of its amber contents.
    “I’m ready for the likes of you amateurs.” Rogue pulled out his chair and sat down heavily, more tired than he realized. Dylan shook his hand, but his eyes kept darting to the band performing on the small stage to the left. “You ought to get up there and play with those fellas.”
    Dylan drummed his fingers on the table in time to the music. “I don’t know, maybe.