Fever Dream (Emerald Lake, #1)(2)
As usual, the farmhouse smells like bacon, syrup, and cinnamon, but where the table is usually full of chatter and laughter, it is currently dead quiet. It would appear that I’ve plunged our New Year’s Day breakfast into utter silence.
My oma and opa, Tina and Leon, look especially shaken. From across the massive rectangular table, they gape in my direction. Oma’s eyes, the same blue as mine, are wide and unblinking while my opa’s brown ones pierce straight through me.
Still not a word, so I turn to my sister Parker, seated on the bench beside me. She’s the responsible sibling; she’ll understand. Her hazel eyes look more concerned than anything, especially with the way she’s worrying her lip between her teeth.
From the head of the table, my brother, Evan, opens his mouth like he’s about to say something. But he clearly decides better and closes it, instead offering me a stunned shake of his head.
It’s only when I finally brave looking to the opposite end of the table at my youngest sister, Riley—the wild child—that I get any elaboration on her initial question.
Her green eyes sparkle with amusement from beneath her signature ball cap, and she… bursts out laughing.
I groan and close my eyes for a beat. Then I repeat what I’d announced to them mere moments ago. “I got asked to be the bachelor on a dating show, and I want to say yes. But I need your permission to host it here on the farm. They’ll pay you to rent it.”
My clarification only causes Riley to laugh harder, garnering a stern look from our oma before my sister makes any attempt to pull herself together.
To be fair, my photo probably pops up if you google the term ineligible bachelor.
But I decided with that much money on the line it would be worth at least hearing them out. They told me they wanted a well-known professional bull rider from the World Bull Riding Federation with a “face for TV.”
Apparently, Georgia had immediately recommended me. And once they did a little digging on me, they were relentless in their pursuit. They told me I’m perfect for this gig. They even felt the Canadian setting lent an “exotic air” to the show.
And now here I am, a WBRF cowboy with a decent face ready to pretend I’m looking to settle down with a carefully curated contestant.
Riley daintily wipes at her damp eyes and takes a deep, overdramatic breath before speaking again. Her face morphs into an expression of care and concern, and her voice is one you’d use when explaining something serious to a small child. “Em, I’m not sure that anyone has explained this to you, but when you go on a dating show, you actually have to date people. Not just fuck ’em and chuck ’em.”
My eyes roll, and Evan snickers from his spot before he adds, “You and your skill set may be more suited to sex work if you want to make extra money.”
“Evan Brandt!” Oma admonishes him to a round of snickers. We all know it’s for show. Tina Brandt may be in her seventies, but she’s no prude. In fact, she might be the spiciest one sitting at this table. She’s all fun and games, where Opa is all grumbly with a big, soft heart under his stoic exterior.
Raising us has kept her young. But running a farm has given her a weathered edge—her hair is snow white, and her skin has a leathery quality to it from hours spent outdoors. Her blue eyes, though? They smile.
Except now as she leans across the table, one sunspotted hand reaching for mine. I take it immediately because I’d never deny this woman a single thing.
Her bulbous knuckles bend, squeezing my fingers between hers, forcing me to meet her gaze. “When I told you we were strapped for cash this year, this is not what I expected you to do.”
I nod at that. I know she didn’t tell us over a family meal all those months ago to make us feel guilty. It was more of a general’s directive to the troops that we would need to batten down the hatches. Lend a hand when we could to keep this place afloat.
The cost of hay when running Stal Brandt, my grandparents’ sport horse breeding farm, is punishing. Especially with how relentlessly hot and dry our climate in the Cascade Valley has become. Veterinary bills, staffing, and utilities on top of that have made maintaining their family legacy and passion more of a hardship than ever.
It was when I’d overheard her and Opa discussing filing for bankruptcy or selling off some of the land—land that’s been in his family for generations—to make ends meet for a while longer, that I caved.
I couldn’t stomach it. Not after everything they’ve done for us—for me.
I was the black sheep. The half brother with the deadbeat dad. I haven’t always been easy to love, but they loved me anyway.
Through unimaginable tragedy. Through unimaginable heartbreak. They have loved me—all four of us really.
And they have sacrificed for us. I’m sure they never imagined having to raise all four of their grandchildren. But they have showed up every day for us anyway.
Which is why I’ll fight until my dying breath for the couple sitting across from me.
I squeeze my oma’s hand and offer her a terse smile. “I know you’d never expect me to do this, but they’ll host it here at the farm for a rental fee. It will only take six weeks to film, around July, so most of the foals should be on the ground by then. It’s offseason for me, so I’d be here anyway. What I make I’ll give over too. Take the pressure off for a bit.”
Guilt prickles at the back of my neck. Parker has been busy with classes at the university here in Emerald Lake. Evan is a farrier—the best hoof care specialist in the area—so he’s constantly busy and traveling several hours up and down the valley for appointments. And Riley? She has her eyes set on the Canadian Olympic show jumping team with our homebred mare, Hula Hoop. She’s training and competing almost constantly.