AVERY (The Corbin Brothers Book 2) Page 6

  “I’m talking about the Summers Ranch,” I said, feeling lightheaded. “More specifically, I’m talking about Paisley Summers.”

  “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that,” Chance said.

  “Isn’t Paisley that girl who used to hang on you all the time in school?” Emmett asked.

  “Oh, I’ve seen her around,” Hunter said. “She’s hot.” He endured a good-natured smack from Hadley.

  “Is Paisley just going to loan you that money?” Tucker asked, eyeing me. “Her father’s the one who owns that ranch.”

  “It’s not a loan,” I said. “It’s a contract.”

  “I don’t like the way this sounds,” Chance said.

  “We’ll have to iron out the details with Paisley and her father,” I said, “but they’re apparently looking to erase the debt and merge the two ranches.”

  “What?” Chance asked quietly.

  “What do we have to do to get that deal?” Tucker asked, smelling a turd for what it was.

  “We don’t have to do anything,” I said, swallowing hard. “I just have to marry her.”

  I wasn’t sure what I expected out of my brothers, or how they should’ve reacted, but that statement was met with a dead silence.

  “I don’t know what I’d be angrier about,” Chance said quietly, breaking it, “that this was a joke, or that it wasn’t.”

  “Well, I can assure you that it isn’t a joke,” I said. “I, um, ran in to Paisley in town last night. That’s when we discussed it.”

  “But why would she want to marry you?” Chance asked, genuinely confused.

  “Aw, come on,” Tucker said. “He’s a handsome bastard. Don’t be mean to him.”

  “She’s always been in love with him,” Emmett said. “That’s why. Right?”

  “I’m not saying that Avery’s unlovable,” Chance said, rolling his bloodshot eyes. “But if Sam Summers wanted to merge the ranch, why would he need the marriage?”

  “Sam wasn’t the one who approached me,” I said. “It was Paisley. She seems to think that it would be a better deal for me to, ah, marry her.” I would never get used to saying that out loud. “The money isn’t on the table unless the wedding is.”

  “Well, that’s one way to catch a man,” Zoe said almost admiringly.

  “Are you worth five million dollars?” Hunter asked. “Does she know how big the debt is?”

  “She says she knows it’s a lot, but that they have the money,” I said, so embarrassed that it was hard to sit still under the scrutiny of everyone crammed in the room.

  “Would you be her five million dollar love slave?” Tucker joked.

  “Not funny,” Zoe chided gently.

  “Sorry.”

  “But what does that five million dollars buy?” Chance asked. “I know that it would resolve the debt, but what is Summers looking to get out of it?”

  “Just me,” I said weakly. “And the merger.”

  “What in the world is so special about you?” Chance demanded. “Five million dollars?”

  “Chance, don’t pick on him.”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I guess you’d have to ask Paisley.”

  All of us Corbins were seated around the rich oaken dining room table at the Summers house within a couple of hours, Paisley and Sam at each end of it and the rest of us sandwiched in the middle. Sam looked tired, but that probably came with the territory of running the Summers Ranch, which was a little bit larger than our own. Paisley, on the other hand, looked fiercely triumphant, as fresh as if she hadn’t spent all night drinking and having sex with me. She grinned at me, but I had trouble looking at her. I knew I was doing this to save the ranch, but the slow spiral of panic that had begun back in the front room of the house was only deepening. Was I making the right decision? I looked around at my brothers, who were all cautiously optimistic, Paisley, who was ecstatic, and Sam, who was, if anything, resigned. Was I the only one who was dreading this? That would look bad, if so. I tried for at least a neutral face, or what I thought was a neutral face, but there was no telling what my face was doing.

  “I guess we’d like you to try and explain to us why you’re interested in repaying the loan and merging the ranches instead of trying to buy our property outright,” Chance said again. We’d been talking around each other in circles for the last half hour.

  And once again, Sam spread his hands. “Your parents were good people. You’re running a good operation the right way. We’re quickly becoming the last of our kind, our ranches, and we should look out for each other. And I can’t say no to my daughter. She’s had her eye on Avery for a long while now.”

  That was everyone’s cue to stare at me, trying to determine if I was worth all of this, and I tried very hard to look normal.

  “Avery and I are very passionate,” Paisley threw in. “And I know that if we combined our resources, the Corbin-Summers Ranch would be one of the most successful in the state.”

  “My daughter wants what she wants. I can’t deny her happiness, if Avery makes her happy.”

  “I hate to use such arcane terms, but does a dowry make sense?” Paisley asked innocently. “I’m marrying Avery, I’m inheriting the ranch from my father, and the ranch comes with me wherever I go. Does everyone understand that?”

  “Okay,” Chance said slowly. “Say we — Avery — agrees to all of this. Well, we’re speaking in terms of the ranch merger now.” The wedding was already decided, apparently. “What, exactly, is expected in this merger?”

  “Which brother is in charge of the Corbin Ranch?” she asked.

  “We all hold equal shares,” Chance said.

  “Chance is in charge,” I cut in. It was ludicrous to suggest otherwise. “He handles all the books, all of the business side of it.”

  “CEO of the Corbin side of Corbin-Summers Ranch,” Paisley said, pointing at Chance. Then, she jerked a thumb into her own chest. “CEO of the Summers side of Corbin-Summers Ranch.”

  Everyone stared at her. Even though Paisley had professed her love for the ranch life just last night, I never imagined in a million years that she would be interested in — or capable of — running one herself.

  “What do you know about running a ranch?” I blurted out.

  “Enough,” she said with a smile. “And I have you boys to teach me the rest of the ropes, right?”

  I glanced over at Sam, who was staring down at his hands.

  “What about your father?” I asked. “Mr. Summers, where do you figure in to all of this?”

  “I’m well past retirement,” he said. “I’d be pleased to offer you boys and Paisley any sort of advice on the business, though I know you all got quite an education from your lovely parents. But I’ve worked hard in my life. It’d be nice to take a backseat to all of this and watch you young things struggle for a while, instead.”

  “I just can’t help feeling like this is a charity case,” Chance said.

  Tucker raised his eyebrows in warning — Tucker was always leaping to defend us from Chance, who came off too strong too often — but Paisley broke the tension with her bell of a laugh.

  “Charity case?” she repeated. “I’m in love with Avery.”

  And maybe that was the most unbelievable thing of all, that Paisley could keep the candle burning for me all these years. Did I love her? I didn’t think so. Did I have feelings for her? That, too, was under question. Was I ready to marry her? Hell, no. Did I have a choice? Probably not.

  For approximately the thousandth time, I cursed myself for falling into this carefully laid trap. There wasn’t anything I could do but marry Paisley Summers because it was for the sake of my family’s ranch. She could say she loved me all she wanted. I was still convinced she was delusional.

  “So where should we start?” Chance was asking. “Tear down the fences between our properties? Keep them and put in a gate? Look at consolidating ranch hands and equipment?”

  “We start with a wedding, of course,” Paisley
said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I understand we have less than a month before that loan needs to be repaid.”

  “That’s right,” Chance confirmed.

  “Well, good thing I don’t like to wait very much,” she said. Her gaze drifted over to me. “I’m kind of an instant gratification type of girl.”

  Wrong. Paisley was very, very patient. When she saw something that she wanted, she would wait until the right moment for years, always plotting, planning, preparing. She might be a princess, but she was an exceedingly clever one.

  “I guess we have a wedding to plan,” I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

  “That’s the spirit.” Paisley couldn’t seem to stop grinning at me.

  Chapter 4

  There had been few things I've ever wanted to do less than leave my trailer this morning. I just couldn't think of any of them. Instead, I thought of things I'd rather be doing. Literally anything. I would rather be getting a root canal. Bending and coughing. Cattle logs.

  Because outside of this trailer lay my future. The future I'd never wanted for myself. The future everyone else wanted.

  When was I going to be able to do the things I actually wanted with my life? It didn't matter that I didn't know what those things were anymore. I felt, at 28, like it was too late to go back to school. What was there in the world for a grown man who had set aside his ambitions and gone along with what everyone else had wanted for him instead? Was there anything else, or was I conscripted to Paisley Summers and the massive new ranch for all time?

  A knock on the door to my trailer made me jump. For fuck's sake. Was it time already?

  Emmet poked his head in, his long hair slicked back and secured at his neck with a rubber band.

  "You're not even in your tux yet?" he demanded, staring.

  "Technically, neither are you," I pointed out, jerking my chin at his undone bow tie.

  "You can't keep the people at your own wedding waiting," Emmett said.

  "What, did they send you in to make sure I didn't fuck this up?" I asked, sarcastic. "If you all are so committed to saving this fucking ranch, then one of you fuckers can tie yourself down to Paisley Summers."

  Emmett's eyes widened at my outburst. "If any of us had known how much you didn't like Paisley, we would've never ... hell, Avery, you're the one who suggested it in the first place."

  "I know I fucking suggested it," I said, throwing my hands up in the air. "Is it too late to un-fucking-suggest it?"

  "Avery ..."

  "Don't 'Avery' me." I was feeling a righteous fucking fury, the last of my resistance burning off, probably, but damn, I was going down in a blaze of glory. "The rest of you are no better than goddamn pimps, you know that? You're pimping me out to save this place."

  "You're getting ridiculous, man."

  My shoulders sagged. "I thought I'd give it a try at least."

  "Everyone gets cold feet before they get married," Emmett reasoned.

  "How would you know, asshole?"

  "Are you done?" Emmett might've been the middle child, but he learned that glower directly from Chance. It was pretty powerful.

  "Do I really have to do this?"

  Emmett shrugged. "You don't have to do anything you really don't want to do. I just thought -- we all thought -- that you and Paisley are kind of good together. She's always been bonkers over you. Can't you just open your heart to her?"

  "Can I just take a pill to make me love her?" I asked. "Unless you have really specific directions on opening your heart. Because I'm not sure how to do that without a knife."

  "Just relax," Emmett cajoled. "What I'm trying to tell you is that your jitters are completely normal."

  Normal? Jitters? Was that what my brother thought this was? I genuinely didn't want to marry Paisley or live and work on our families' combined ranches for the rest of my life. This was a lifetime commitment. That's what I was facing -- or trying not to.

  "Here." Emmett groped around his jacket pocket for a moment until he produced a flask. "Liquid courage. You'll feel better if you drink a little of this."

  Could anyone blame me for taking that flask and drinking its contents, hoping that it was some magic potion that would save me from my fate?

  "Shit," Emmett remarked. "Well, at least you have that in you. Let’s go.”

  I was unsteady in more ways than one as I made my way to the front of the grouping of chairs. For something so thrown together, I had to at least respect Paisley, Hadley, and Zoe for being able to make something out of nothing. It looked like they'd commandeered metal folding chairs from perhaps either the church or bingo hall -- or both -- and covered them in simple white sheets, securing the fabric with a green-colored bow. I didn't want to look at the people who had come to witness this ranching spectacle, but I was helpless at the front of the crowd. Nearly everyone in town had turned up, people I hadn't seen in years, people I regularly saw at the bar but never spoke with, everyone. One notable exception was Bud Billings, which at least was something. It would've been a hell of a thing to see his smirk sitting in one of those chairs -- thwarted, for now, but cooking up some other plan to get the ranch. That would've meant that none of this was worth it, that I was throwing my life away by marrying Paisley, that everything was a waste.

  How quickly could a person get divorced if this whole save the ranch thing didn't work out?

  All of my brothers sat in the first row, all dressed as nicely as they could manage. It wouldn't have been right to choose one of them for best man; they were equally important to me. But it was hard not to at least resent them for this. They needed me to do this so they could keep on working the ranch, keep our family's dream alive -- even if it was a dream I didn't share.

  Chance, at least, had the decency to look a little sad. If it were up to him, he would've taken the Paisley bullet for the family, but it wasn't Chance she wanted to marry. I was the one who had always been in those crosshairs. That meant that I was the only one who could swing this solution to our financial problems.

  Emmett looked guilty, too, but only because it was his liquor that perfumed my breath. He watched me like he was afraid I would explode -- or, better yet, make a run for it. I wouldn't have made it far. Tucker was perched on the edge of his seat, giving me double thumbs up and grinning. He probably thought he was being encouraging, but to me, those thumbs meant something along the lines of, "you just try and escape, brother." He'd have me tackled and carried back to the altar before I even got fifty yards away.

  Hunter and Hadley were sitting so close together it was hard to see where one began and the other ended. It was perhaps a selfish thought, or a cowardly one, but I wished it were them up here instead of Paisley and me. They were actually in love. That would've been the foundation of their marriage, not economics. If only Hadley had been the daughter of some tycoon or something, if only she'd been a fabulously wealthy medical doctor instead of a gifted physical therapist, if only I'd been born into a different family, if only our parents had never died, if only ...

  I wished I had the balls to let this ranch fail for all of our sakes. Paisley's money would keep us afloat for a while, but once that ran out, all we would have left would be this foolish marriage.

  A guitarist started strumming a vaguely familiar tune and everyone stood up and turned their backs to me. That was the first real relief I'd had since I chugged the contents of Emmett's flask. I was no longer under scrutiny.

  "Your parents would've been very proud of you, you know."

  I blanched and turned to see a doddering minister -- the same shaky old man who had presided over my parents' funeral. I wasn't sure why it shocked me so much to see him there, presiding over my own personal funeral, as he was the only minister in town, but it did.

  "It's perfectly natural to be nervous," he continued, his face craggy and wrinkled. "I married your parents, too, you know, and your father sweated bullets the entire time. Then again, it was the dead of summer and the air conditioning u
nit in the church had gone out."

  I didn't know how to respond, how to take any of this. It was far too late to back out now. It didn't make me feel any better to know that the minister had married and buried my parents. I remembered that he had been kind to all of us at the funeral, and that had been something of a comfort. But if he was trying to comfort me now, he hadn't found the right words, yet. I didn't know that anyone had the right words.

  The guitarist reached a crescendo -- where had I heard this song before? -- and Paisley and her father appeared to coos and murmurs at the back of all the chairs. She wore a short green dress that matched the ribbons tied around the chairs. It was simple but elegant in the way it flattered her body, but then again, I knew Paisley was so shapely a paper bag would flatter her. She could've sauntered down that aisle completely nude for all I cared -- though I doubted her father would've approved. She didn't look at me as she traversed the crowd of onlookers, which was just as well. Paisley was a smart woman. She had to have known that I wasn't marrying her because I loved her. It was strange to imagine what she must've been thinking, walking this way. Not for the first time, I had a jerk of recognition that she and I had more in common than I thought. We seemed to be sharing an equal amount of dread for the ceremony that was to come.

  Sam Summers looked a little worse for wear, walking as slowly as possible without standing completely still, gray in the face, drawn. Bystanders gave him doting little smiles -- of course it was hard marrying off your only daughter. We hadn't really talked -- at least, we hadn't had the talk that I expected to have, the one where he pointed a shotgun at me and dared me to break his daughter's heart -- but I knew he was busy with the ranch. That threat would come one of these days, and maybe even at the reception.

  They finally reached where the minister and I were standing and Paisley planted a gentle kiss on her father's cheek. He looked at her like he was trying to memorize her, like he'd never see her again, and then he turned to me and stuck out his hand. I took it and shook it, but then he pulled me in for a hug, clapping my back.