Wilde Riders (Old Town Country Romance) by Young, Savannah

of his limp, which is slight at best but I can see he’s really struggling to come to terms with his injury. “I’m sure you’ll meet someone who won’t care about your leg. You were in a war. You served your country. That’s something to be proud of. You’re not a freak. And you definitely don’t walk like someone who’s constipated. Old, maybe, but not constipated. ” That earns me a slight smile. “Easy for you to say. You never even have a hair on your head out of place.” “My life isn’t as easy as you think it is, Tuck. I wish it was. I know I don’t have the problems you do but I do have my share of problems.” “I’d trade your problems for mine any day.” “I wish I could take your pain away. I really do. You’ve just got to work through it.” When Tucker heaves a sigh and stares at the wall again, I sense the conversation is closed for now. Just as I’m about to get up, I hear a scream from upstairs. Tucker and I both jump up from the couch and hurry out of the living room. I take the stairs two at a time until I reach the blue bathroom. My youngest brother, Hunter, is standing outside the bathroom, with his hand stuck to the doorknob. His normally pale face is beet red and he’s blinking rapidly. “I—um—I—I.” Hunter is an introvert and generally has trouble expressing himself but now he’s not making any sense at all. “Hunter, what’s wrong?” I ask. He looks scared out of his mind. “I—um—I—I.” He still can’t express whatever he’s trying to say. “He walked in on me naked,” I hear Riley say f