Chapter 5
“Hey buddy, you keep doing s**t like this, you’re gonna break yourself.”
“Go f**k yourself, Anton.” It was disheartening to see how effortlessly the big guy could grab and flip a combine tire. Helicopter pilots didn’t need the kind of muscle a Unit operator did—or even a former Delta operator. Anton’s innate strength was not to be denied.
Anton flashed a big grin that seemed as bright as the dawn’s sun. Ricardo had decided that his best defense against his thoughts of Michelle was to keep himself damn busy on the last day of filming at the ranch. So he’d recruited the other two guys from the team.
After their run, they scared up a stack of old combine and tractor tires behind one of the barns. They’d been working up a good sweat working them along the line of the rail fence.
