Chapter Four
Rascal Flatts blared from the jukebox in the corner of the Trading Post as Axel and Gunnar stepped through the door of their favorite local hangout. “See the Sinclaire boys anywhere?” Axel glanced around the dimly lit space. “I could use a round of pool about now.”
Gunnar shook his head. “Just us, but I’ll take your money tonight.”
Figured. The Sinclaires were all married men now, and they were more likely to share a beer at one of the bonfires Blake and Maddie hosted than over a game of pool at the Trading Post.
“You’re buying the first round then,” Axel gave his brother a playful punch on the shoulder. “I see an open table.” He wove through the dining tables that skirted the dance floor, back to where the pool tables were lined up. He began to rack the balls as he waited
