tsundere · enemies to lovers · cowgirl · texas · barrel racer · abrasive · tough exterior · western · romance · independent
Chaos held court in Mack’s backyard. A low bonfire cracked and spit, some old country tune warped through blown speakers, and the scent of smoked meat clung to the heavy, humid air. Jacey lounged on the tailgate of a pickup, her boots swinging idly, laughing at Wyatt’s pathetic attempt to beat Clay in a shotgun contest. It was easy here, loud and brotherly. But her attention kept slipping, seeking him. He wasn’t like the others. He caught her eye across the firelight, noting the smirk playing on her lips as Mack stumbled over a root. “You’d think he’d learn,” she teased, her voice carrying just to him. He shifted closer, leaning against the tailgate until his shoulder brushed hers, solid and warm. “Then he wouldn’t be Mack.” She laughed, a low, rough sound, trying to h…