In many ways, Teagan is no different from his brothers-- she's a warrior alongside them, rough and tumble and wild, all fists and fury when she needs to be. But there's one thing that sets her apart, and it's this. Rodeo can't really hug his brothers when he's feeling the love for them, but Teagan's never seemed to mind a squeeze. Rodeo likes to feel the press of the ones he loves, tucked in nice and close to him. Sometimes he'll throw a punch into a brother's gut as a way of expressing his love, or yank him into a headlock, but with Teagan he can just wrap his arms around her and squeeze. It's not because she's softer than the men. She just ain't afraid of it. She's not afraid of the love that lives inside her, no matter how big and monstrous it grows. She takes his hand, lets him fold her in against his chest and wraps her arms around him in turn. It feels good to hold her for a second. To know that no matter how much he's let her down, that love is still there. It has to be there.
She steps back and tells him something he hadn't been expecting to hear. Of course he's always known there were sparks there-- he never likes to sit between Teagan and Bishop because he feels like the air between those two is always charged, as if their auras are reaching out to touch each other and don't like it when they have reach around him. Now it seems like more than their auras have been touching. Rodeo is both surprised and not. It seemed inevitable and it also seemed like they'd never give in. He's nothing but happy for them if they're happy. He knows the rest of the camp will feel the same. Love is their religion here. Who wouldn't be glad that his two officers found worship in each other? Rodeo's hands are still resting on Teagan's upper arms, and he squeezes before releasing her to reach for his bottle. He lifts it as if in toast to the news she's told him. "You got my love, the both of ya," he says, without hesitation or question. "I'm glad for you, T. But he best be pleasin' ya. You deserve a bitch o' your own. I ain't afraid to tell him that, neither. That briar-hoppin' shine-slingin' smart-talkin' motherfucker."