A few hours later, the noise level in Cord and AJ's house still rivaled the floor of the New York Stock Exchange.

Kids and dogs running everywhere, inside and out. Men gathered in the den shouting at a football game on TV. Pregnant women in the kitchen. Nursing mothers and babies in the living room. Still more kids racing up and down the stairs. It was pure chaos.

Brandt loved every second of it. He wished Jessie were here because he knew she'd love it too.

"Kane?" Ginger shouted from the living room.

"I'll get him," Brandt said. He wandered to the den where his uncles were sacked out in the easy chairs, snoring, while his cousins were crouched on the floor, surrounded by kids, trying to watch the game. "Kane? Ginger's lookin' for you."

"I'm there." Immediately Kane pushed to his feet and brushed past Brandt as he lingered in the doorway.

A collective groan arose at a play on the football field.

Colby shifted his youngest son, Austin, asleep on his lap, and pointed at the TV. "That's gotta be a personal foul."

"Give it up, Colby," Cam said. "They're gonna get their butts handed to them today."

"And no pussy ref call is gonna make a damn bit of difference," Ben said. "Shit, I mean shoot, I'm not supposed to say the 'p' word in front of the kiddos, am I?"

"Nope," Quinn said. "Ditto for the 'd' word and the 's' word."

"If poor Ben can't curse he ain't gonna have no language skills at all," Chase drawled from the other side of the room.

Ben whipped a pillow at him. "Fu-I mean funny."

Chase caught the pillow, almost without looking.

Colt whistled. "You oughta be playin' ball instead of ridin' bulls."

"I'll pass. No buckle bunnies waitin' for a hard ride after a baseball game like they are after a bull riding expo."

Tell sighed. "Dude. You have the perfect life."

Brandt looked around. This room used to seem so big, but now it couldn't hold them all. Colt was backed against the wall with Hudson on his lap. Cam was kicked back in the recliner with his two youngest boys sprawled on him. Quinn's son Adam rested his head on Quinn's thigh. Kade leaned against the recliner, his lap empty. Didn't appear his girls were the slightest bit interested in football.

A dark haired boy Brandt recognized as Carter's middle son, Spencer, was curled up in the corner. But he didn't see the kid's father. "Where's Carter?"

"Workin' on some art thing. Said he'd be by later."

Colt snorted. "So he says. But since he sent Macie over here with all the kids, what do you think the chances are that'll happen?"

"Slim to none," Colby said.

Brandt hadn't seen Keely's husband, Jack, either. "Where's Keely?"

"She and Jack went to his mom's in South Dakota for Thanksgiving."

"That's because she wants to be here on Christmas to see the looks on our faces after she gives each of her nephews a drum set," Cord said. When his youngest son, Foster, snuggled into his chest, Cord gently patted his back and lowered his voice. "If she ain't bluffin' I swear I will strangle her."

"Yeah, well, get in line. She informed me the nieces are getting tambourines," Cam pointed out. "That ain't any better."

"Keely just told you guys this?" Brandt asked.

"Yep, she doesn't want anyone to 'steal' her present ideas, since she's dragged Jack along as her pack mule for Black Friday sales shopping."

"Poor bastard," Ben said.

"That 'b' word is off limits too," Quinn reminded him.

"I just got a text from Jack that said, Kill me now," Carter said.

Everyone turned toward Carter, who stood behind Brandt.

"Hey, you are here," Kade said.

"I said I would be." Carter's gaze moved between Colt and Colby. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys."

"Even you gotta admit you lose track of time when you're workin' on a new sculpture," Cam said.

"What is this? Pick on Carter day?"

"Yep, gotta uphold the tradition of pickin' on the youngest since Keely ain't here," Cord said.

"Terrific."

"Grab a seat."

Carter looked around. "Where?"

"Good point."

Chase stood. "You can have my spot. I need air." As Chase passed by Brandt, he made the "wanna beer?" sign and Brandt nodded, grabbing his coat before he followed Chase out the front door.

The lid on the cooler slammed and Chase handed him a Bud Light. "Thanks."

"No prob."

Their breath came out in a misty white steam. "Damn, it's cold out here."

"Yeah, but it's quiet." Chase took a long swallow. "I'm not used to bein' around so many kids. I ain't gonna lie. It drives me insane."

Brandt didn't say anything.

"Shit. Sorry. I forgot that you're takin' care of Luke's kid for a while."

"Don't worry about it. But there's a huge difference between one kid and twenty-some kids."

"So how is it goin' with Landon?"

He shrugged. "Okay. Jessie's been workin' with him to get him to talk more. He's adjusted to bein' around kids in the daycare, but the first couple of days were sheer hell for both of us."

When Chase kept quiet, Brandt said, "You wondering how come I was such a bastard and brought Jessie into this?"

"I'd be lyin' if I didn't admit it crossed my mind." Chase looked straight ahead and drank. "So you're livin' with Jessie? At her place?"

Brandt leaned across the railing. "For now. Why?"

"Just curious. Seems everyone is pairing up and producing the next generation of McKays."

"She's already paired up with one McKay and that didn't work out so good for her."

"That's probably because she was paired with the wrong McKay to start with."

Not touching that one.

"What about you? I read all about the 'Wyoming Wild Man' in the rodeo magazines. Sounds like you've got a girl in every town and left a string of broken hearts across the country."

"You know how the media exaggerates."

"So none of it's true?"

Chase grinned. "Oh, it's completely true. The raunchier stuff don't make the trade mags." He peeped over his shoulder, then back at Brandt. "I gotta admit, I love havin' a different girl or two every night if I want. They wanna fuck a top fifteen bull rider and I let 'em. Win-win, right?"

"Right. Who's the flavor this week?"

"Flavors-plural, as in Miss Rodeo Nevada and Miss Rodeo Montana. Damn good thing the states aren't next to each other, huh?"

Brandt whistled. "You've always had a thing for them fancy types."

"What's not to love about big hair, tight jeans, high heeled boots, lots of cleavage and rhinestones? Dude. I'm so there. Not to mention them queens can ride you hard and squeeze you dry. Ain't nothin' I like better than ridin' double."

"Watch yourself, Chase. You're gonna run across one of them beauty queens whose daddy don't like his little girl bein' toyed with and he's gonna get out the shotgun."

"I can handle myself. And lookit you, B, goin' all big brother on me, worried about me getting my ass full of buckshot."

"Asshole. I'm worried about you bustin' your ass and getting crippled up because you're too stupid to understand you ain't invincible and you ain't gonna be able to ride forever."

"True. But I'll climb on a back of a bull as long as I can." He took another drink of beer. "And the injury is healin' fine, if my nosy-assed brothers asked you to grill me about it."

"They didn't."

"Good." Chase shivered. "I forget how goddamn cold it is here."

"You're spoiled competing in all those warm climes."

"That's a fact, which is probably why I'll end up livin' someplace down south. Speakin' of... Did your dad talk to you guys about them starting to legally restructure the ranch?"

"No. Should he've been?"

"According to my dad, Uncle Carson and Uncle Cal, yes."

"Does this have to do with Keely getting a chunk of McKay land as a wedding gift?"

"Partially. But a couple of us are opting out of bein' part of the McKay land trust permanently."

Brandt froze. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"

Chase kicked back and rested his shoulders on the porch support post. "You really had no clue?"

"Nope. So who's opting out?"

"Me, for one."

Brandt looked at him curiously. "Why?"

"Because I've got my own life outside of the ranch. Even if I quit ridin' next year, chances are slim I'd move back here and be part of the McKay cattle business. Quinn and Ben always were more involved than me, they wanted this life more than I ever did, so it makes sense that my portion goes to them."

"Quinn and Ben agreed?"

Chase shrugged. "Oh, they tried to protest, but in truth, it was a relief. I have other income. They don't."

"Who else is opting out?"

"Cam. Like Keely, he's trading his stake for a chunk of land, in his case, for the fifty acres around his house, which borders the neighbor's acreage, so it'll be an easy deed transfer. Carter is still debating, but I think he'll opt out too. With his art career takin' off, not to mention he's helpin' Cash Big Crow with his ranching operation in River Bend, he's spreading himself thin driving back and forth when he doesn't have to. There are plenty of McKays to keep the cattle business goin'."

Brandt fought the surge of anger. This was the type of ranch business his father should've been telling him.

Would he have told Luke?

Yes, goddammit.

"I'm gonna kick my old man's sorry ass."

"Lemme know ahead of time. I'll sell tickets."

One thing Brandt admired about Chase; he just said what was on his mind, straight up.

Chase's cell phone rang. He dug it out of his front pocket and scowled. "It's my publicist. Excuse me." He snapped, "Sugar tits, you'd better have a goddamn good reason for calling me on Thanksgiving."

Whoa. Chase called his publicist...sugar tits? That didn't sound very professional.

Brandt finished his beer and returned inside. He tried to sneak past the living room where the mamas and babies were holding court, but he heard, "Brandt! Come here."

Two million pairs of eyes bored into him. Okay, it was only India, Skylar, Libby, Ginger and Macie, but it seemed like more. "What?" he said to India, who'd tucked her new baby boy Ellison so closely to her breast he only saw a blanket covered lump.

"We were just talking about you."

"Should I be worried?"