Like he cared what anyone else thought.

That had never bothered him before. Even this morning, as he headed into the ranch, he braced himself for another round of teasing from his knucklehead brothers. They loved to rib him about his relationship with Becca, but he didn’t care. He was with a good woman and they were just jealous, alone in their own lonely beds.

When he pulled up to the ranch house, he headed inside to get coffee. His brothers were in the kitchen, sitting with Doc. All of them looked over at him and smirked as he came in.

“You look tired,” Jack told him boldly. “Late night?”

“Early morning,” was all Hank said. He moved to the coffeepot and poured himself a cup.

“No doughnuts?” Caleb asked, tone mournful. “Damn.”

“He was too busy,” Jack teased. “Probably took all of his strength just to get out of that bed.”

“Now, now,” Uncle Ennis said mildly. “Becca’s a nice girl and your brother’s an adult. Let’s leave things alone, shall we?” He lifted his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip, then added, “But you do look like hell.”

Caleb and Jack snickered.

Hank made a face at them and gulped his coffee. So he hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. Didn’t matter. Other things were more important . . . like spending time with Becca. Watching movies with Becca. Sliding between Becca’s thighs and staying there for hours while she tugged at his hair and made all those sexy whimpers like she was dying to be noisy and couldn’t because she didn’t want to wake up Libby. “I can always take a nap here,” he drawled, draining his coffee and then pouring himself another cup.

“If you’re tired, you can take a nap,” Uncle Ennis declared. “Never let it be said I ran my employees into the ground. Where’s Libby this morning?” His uncle loved the little girl almost as much as Hank did.

“With Becca,” Hank told him. “She’s helping out at the salon and then they’re getting some shoes for school tomorrow.”

“School?” Jack straightened, disgusted.

Caleb’s brows went up.

“Pre-K,” Hank explained. “For learning how to be friends and shit.” It sounded like crap to him, but Becca was excited for Libby, and Libby was excited, so he was trying to be excited, too.

“I think it’s good,” Uncle Ennis declared with a nod. “That little girl needs friends her age.”

“But why?” Jack wanted to know. He frowned at Hank. “Why’s she need to make friends here? We’re not staying.”

He had a point, but Hank didn’t say anything. It was just for the summer. The session was eight weeks, according to the paperwork Becca had made him read. Didn’t seem like that long a time, and he wasn’t ready to head back just yet. The cabin would be falling to pieces and needing all kinds of repairs, and their equipment in storage was going to need tune-ups and work done if they didn’t use them before the cold weather hit, but he found he wasn’t in a rush. Not right now.