Free Double Plush Velvet BBW Romance (Velvet Series) by Leanore Elliott

hand, he fished around in his pocket. Pulling up a ring of keys, he smiled at her. “Wanna ride in my truck?” he teased with a super heavy Texas twang.
    Bren stood staring beyond him at a big Ford truck. The F-150. The mighty Texas truck ! It too, gleamed too brightly in front of her befuddled sight and the charmed state she’d been in was immediately replaced with an, oh shit panicked state. This was the very vehicle she’d seen him in when she was stalking— holdup! Stalking him or Travis? She watched nervously as he went over to it and unlocked the passenger door.
    Halting, he looked over at her, as she hadn’t moved. “What? You thought I was gonna ride you all the way to town by horseback?” he teased.
    Bren shook her head and tried to smile. “Um, is this your truck?”
    “Yep.”
    How could she ask if his brother drove it too, and not let him know why she was asking? Dammit, she had never been good at this kind of thing. Like being sophisticated enough to word things, so people wouldn’t know what the hell you were really up to?
    “Come on, it’s getting later and we need to go and get your stuff, okay?”
    Nodding, Bren decided to wait till the right time to find out if the brothers shared the truck or… There I go again, trying to go around my elbow to get to my— She then straightened her shoulders and decided she would just come out with it.
    “Hey, Trev!” Someone called from the doorway.
    Bren sucked in her breath again.
      It was Travis and he looked furious.
    The panicked state now became, ‘ I think I need oxygen’ state. Could the world spin any faster out here at the ranch?
    Trevor looked troubled by his brother’s shouting as he walked over and gently took Bren’s hand. “I’ll be with ya in a sec,” he called to his brother as he steered Bren to the truck, helped her up the high step and into the seat. “This’ll only take a minute.” He shut the door and strode back over to where his brother waited.
    Travis’s face appeared red and angry looking, as he raised his hands to accentuate whatever it was he was saying.
    Trevor stood facing him and was shaking his head, looking as if he wanted to be anywhere but where he stood.
    Bren released the shaky breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding, as she sat still and waited. The ‘twin quagmire’ was hip deep and she was becoming afraid that she might never climb out.
    Attempting to calm herself and get a hold of the reins, she focused in on the identical cowboys through the truck widow. She actually had wanted to see them side by side to further add to her list of how different they were.
    Okay, let’s see? Bren studied them both. Travis looked handsome all right, but she noticed his posture was a little slumped as compared to the way Trevor held his back straight and his shoulders high. Trevor’s hair was as black as Travis’s, but it was curlier.
    Her eyes dropped to their hands. She knew what those looked like up close. Trevor had calluses and his hands had a few small scars on them, like maybe from working with barbed wire or something. She’d noticed this in the cottage and thought it was sexy as all hell and she made a mental note to kiss each scar when she got the chance.
      His twin, Travis, had smoother hands, like they’d never been put to much hard labor, and now that she saw them together? Trevor was in far better shape than his twin.
    Yeah, I think I could tell the difference if the need ever arose again. She felt better now than ever before about it, while knowing exactly what to look for. Although Bren was engrossed in her research, she could now seem to hear some of what they were saying, seeing as how loud they were yelling.
    “You are not to ever talk to Vikki, you hear?” Travis shouted.
    “Well, that ain’t easy when she burst in and accused me of being you!”
    Travis said something that Bren couldn’t catch.
      It seemed to be significant and she gazed at Trevor’s face.  
    He laughed