Her Younger Man (A Country Music Romance): a Renny and Rachel Romance Read Online Free Page B

marriage proposal from a 62 year old widow.”
    “No shit,” Renny answered.
    “What did you say?” I asked.
    “Told her what I tell ‘em all, I’m married to my music.” He gathered two of the girls to him. “And variety. The spice of life. ” He then went into some sort of weird, ghetto voice, “I’m the ladies man.”
    “What?”
    “Don’t encourage him. It’s an old bit from Saturday Night Live.  He thinks he’s some kinda comedian.”
    He was funny and I couldn’t help laughing as he continued the bit. The ‘ladies’ man’ was definitely a hit with all of the ladies as well. I could see how Garrett effortlessly reeled them in. Why would he ever settle down?
    Two beers were set down in front of Renny. He slid one to me.
    “I don’t drink beer.”
    “What? Why didn’t you speak up?”
    “You didn’t ask me.”
    “Well Holy Moly, how can you live in Portland?”
    “I manage. There’s more than just micro-breweries to the place. I know that’s hard to believe.”
    “That’s my favorite part of the town. Hell, now I feel like an idiot. What can I get you? Wine?”
    “Diet soda is fine.”
    “Diet soda? It’s Saturday night, baby girl. Have a drink. I’m sure you can still scribble on that little pad after one lousy drink.”
    “Fine. Kahlua and cream.”
    “Coming up –one alcoholic milkshake.” He slid out and went to the bar to put in my order. Reade slid right into his place.
    Seeing Reade up close I could see the twin thing but they had worked really hard to look as different as possible. Where Renny’s hair was curly and long, Reade’s was short and spiky. He was also wearing eyeliner, which I have to admit, looked pretty great on him. It was a little intimidating to be sitting next to a man wearing more make-up than me. But then, he was prettier too. They all were.
    “So you the lady reporter?”
    “That’s me.”
    He held out his hand and gave me a firm handshake. Reade seemed a little tightly coiled compared to the other brothers. I knew from Google that he was the only married brother and had recently become a father. Maybe that explained the tension. Temptation was all around him and it was … well, pretty tempting, even I could see that.
    “Don’t let this guy start his comedy routines or you’ll get nothing.”
    Garrett laughed and turned back to his fans and his burger.
    “I hear congratulations are in order. You just had a baby?”
    He perked up noticeably and reached for his phone, flipping through his pictures until he found the latest one. He showed it to me just like any other new father, though his pride was laced with longing.
    “Well, my wife did. Ain’t she a beauty?”
    “She sure is.” She was a baby, squishy and bumpy. “What’s her name?”
    “Claudine. My wife’s father’s name is Claude and we wanted to honor him.”
    “Claudine is a very pretty name. I’m sure he is a proud Grandpa.”
    “Yeah, I guess. He gets to see her every day, not like her papa.”
    “That must be hard on all of you.”
    “You got children, Rachel?”
    “Uh, no.” I wasn’t going to let him take over this interview like his brother had last week. I needn’t have worried, he wasn’t interested in my answer in any way. It seemed like he needed to talk. I’m a good listener so I sat back and let him roll on.
    “Things change. Not just like the love stuff but other things change too. Your relationships. My wife used to travel with us and we had a blast. Everyone loved her and she fit right in, she’s not one of them fussy gals. But now …”
    “A new baby isn’t quite the thing for an all boys touring bus, huh?”
    “Yeah, not quite. They all said it wouldn’t bother them, but it would have and they were relieved when Claire, my wife, turned down the offer. She wants a proper home upbringing for our girl. Can’t say I blame her, that’s what we had after all. Living on the road is no way to raise a family.”
    “That puts you in a tough