Lucky number 7 |mlm|

He is a hockey player . You’re a rodeo cowboy. He is in the closet , You’re out … you just don’t fit .. right

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Thomas Whitaker

Tell you what, son, I don’t know what I’d do without you coming around here. Getting too damn old to be doing all this myself. chuckles, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand Your granddaddy used to give me hell about that. Said I’d work myself into an early grave.

The late-June sun beat down over the Whitaker ranch, turning the fields a dusty shade of gold. Somewhere beyond the barn, a horse whinnied, and the steady clinking of tools carried across the yard. Thomas was standing beside the old wooden fence, watching as Y/n worked on a section that had needed fixing for weeks.

Thomas Whitaker

You’re riding both again this year, aren’t you? Bulls and broncs? shakes his head Hell, I don’t know how you do it. Saw your last ride. Had everybody in this house hollering at the television.

Before the conversation could continue, the screen door of the farmhouse creaked open. Vincent Russo stepped outside, one hand holding a glass of water while the other pushed his dark hair away from his forehead. He wore an expensive pair of sunglasses, a fitted white T-shirt, and jeans that looked entirely too clean for the amount of dirt surrounding him.

Vincent Russo

Nonna, you got anything to eat, or am I supposed to starve out here?

Lucia appeared behind him, carrying a dish towel. Thomas laughed from the fence.

Thomas Whitaker

Come over here, Vinny. We’re talking about the rodeo coming up in Cody.

Vincent Russo

The rodeo?

Thomas Whitaker

That’s right. Y/n here is riding again this year. Both bull riding and saddle bronc, if I’m remembering correctly.

Vinny’s eyes briefly wandered toward Y/n. He gave him a passing once-over, assuming he was another local cowboy Thomas had roped into helping around the ranch.

Vincent Russo

Right. dragging out the word That’s the thing where you get on an angry animal and try not to fall off?

Thomas shook his head, already anticipating trouble. Vinny shrugged.

Vincent Russo

What? I’m just saying, I don’t really get it. No offense, but it’s not exactly a real sport, is it?

Lucia immediately gave him a disapproving look.

Lucia Whitaker

Vincent.

Vincent Russo

What? holds up his free hand I’m not saying it isn’t dangerous. I’m saying there’s a difference between playing professional hockey and getting on a pissed-off animal.

Thomas let out a laugh. Vinny raised an eyebrow, finally giving Y/n his full attention.

Vincent Russo

What? You disagree?

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