Covington Acres (Briar County #4) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Briar County Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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Vince still couldn’t believe he’d let Gregory back into his life after the first time, that he’d given the man the chance to hurt him again…or why in the hell he’d loved the guy. But he had, a mistake Vince didn’t plan to ever make again. He wasn’t a stupid man, and giving his heart away, again, after everything he’d been through, was asking for trouble.

“What are we doing today?” Vince grabbed the sausage next.

“Not sure. You got any ideas? Don’t forget we have dinner at my parents’ tonight.”

Ah, the Sunday Covington dinner. They didn’t host one every Sunday, but Colby’s mama, Vicki, liked to get her family together fairly often. Being invited had felt strange in the beginning. Vince had no experience with a large family, especially one as close as the Covingtons. His parents had died when he was young, and Vince had gone to live with an aunt and uncle who’d never wanted kids. They weren’t bad people. They’d raised him, and he’d never wanted for anything, but they weren’t emotionally close. He hated putting it that way because he did know they loved him, but his relationship with them wasn’t what it had been with his parents. Not a day went by that Vince didn’t miss his mama and dad.

The Covingtons invited all their kids’ partners and friends into their home, though. Even before they knew Roe and Holden were together, they’d done it with Holden, and now that Vince and Colby were so close, they did it with Vince too.

“I have it on the schedule, dear,” Vince teased, putting the sausage in the pan.

“Are you going to make the yolks hard the way I like them?” Colby asked, making Vince cock a brow again.

“Remind me how I’m the spoiled one in this friendship?” The thing was, he had, in fact, planned to make the yolks hard the way he knew Colby liked. They’d learned a lot about each other, and most times, Vince could read Colby or would know what Colby wanted without him having to say a damn thing.

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if you didn’t hide my cereal.” Colby stood and walked over to him. “I’ll help. What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing, brat. Just sit here and talk to me.”

Colby lifted himself onto the granite island in the middle of the room. It was a nice kitchen. Vince liked cooking. Even though Colby didn’t do it much, he had a great setup. “I’ll do the dishes.”

“Just how I like it,” Vince teased. “As far as plans for the day…how about we start working on that area where you want to put trees in?” Colby didn’t have as much land as the farm, or even as much as Roe, but he had three acres, as well as a large shop he liked to hang out in. He kept mentioning things he should do to the house or his property but never actually started the projects. Vince figured that was likely because he did so much of that kind of work at Covington Acres. Colby was always helping others, or working on his family farm, but didn’t take time to do much for himself. Vince had taken it upon himself to push Colby along in that regard.

“You can’t want to do that on your day off,” Colby answered.

He wouldn’t mind a bit. He’d actually enjoy it. He was a natural when it came to plants. “Oh, I can’t? How do you know?” He reached for the drawer with the spatulas, which happened to be between Colby’s legs. The man spread them for him while Vince got one out of the drawer. Colby was an incredibly attractive man—brown hair that constantly needed a cut, messy and sexy, deep-set blue eyes, strong jawline and plump lips—but Vince never let his gaze linger. While the flirting had become a part of who they were as friends, Vince made sure to never cross a line with Colby. He respected the man and who he said he was. Plus, he meant too much to Vince to risk fucking up their friendship.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to do that on my day off.”

“Then we won’t, but I can’t help noticing how often you don’t do anything for yourself. If you want trees in your yard, babe, then plant them. If you want pink flamingos in your yard, put those in too.” Vince couldn’t remember when he’d started calling Colby babe. It’s what he used to call Holden when they were together, but Holden was now engaged to Roe, and Vince still used the moniker with him. At some point, he’d started using it with Colby too, likely because Colby and Holden were the two people closest to him. It wasn’t romantic, just friendly.

“Uh-oh. You brought out the babe. You mean business,” Colby teased while Vince cooked.



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