“It would be great for Buck to get out and work for a day.”
“Alright, it’s settled then. I’ll see you in two hours.”
I can’t help but smile. I get to see my girl in two hours.
Chapter 28
Kacey
Icomplete the rest of my chores at lightning speed. He’s coming back, already. He’s only been gone a couple of weeks. I don’t let myself think about what this might mean. I don’t want to read too much into it.
After chores, I head back to the house and do a quick check in the mirror. I swap my old beat-up jeans for a pair of Kimes—I know they’re his favorite. Then I go to the kitchen and make breakfast burritos. I haven’t eaten and I’m betting they haven’t either.
By the time I’ve finished, I’m walking down my porch steps as they pull in the driveway. Knox has his rodeo truck and camper. It’s newer than his other truck, but it’s still black, and it’s partially wrapped with a sponsor. It’s a fourth gen Ram dually with a matching black Capri camper and toolboxes with a generator mounted to the back.
I have to take a couple deep breaths and calm my heart rate. I’m so excited to see him. After he answered during thatinterview, things have changed between us. Yes, we talked more, but it’s more than that. Something feels different now, I just can’t put my finger on what. I think him showing up here after only being gone for a couple weeks also shows that.
I meet them at the drive and Knox jumps out of the truck and picks me up, wrapping me in a big hug.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispers with his head tucked into the hair at my neck.
“Hi,” I reply as he sets me down and our eyes meet. I hear the other truck door shut and gravel crunching, but I can’t look away yet.
“Where’s my hug?” I hear the man who must be Trey ask.
I can’t help but laugh. After everything Knox has told me about him, this tracks.
“Shut up,” Knox tells him.
I turn to face Trey while Knox introduces us. He takes off his hat and shakes my hand like every good cowboy does. Once introductions are complete, I go into the house and grab the burritos while they move the truck and camper down by the bunkhouse where they can plug into electricity.
I walk to the bunkhouse and hand them their burritos. I look over the truck and camper as we eat standing next to it.
“Have you ever seen such a beautiful rig before?” Trey asks with a mouthful of food.
“You could try talking after you swallow your food, or at the very least, cover your mouth,” Knox scolds him.
“Okay,Dad, I’ll be more polite.” He swallows and clears his throat. “Kacey, have you ever seen such a beautiful rig?”
“I can’t say I have. Everyone I know has a horse trailer.”
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour,” Trey says and heads for the door.
I look at Knox.
He just smiles and nods toward the camper, telling me to go ahead.
I step up onto the toolbox as Trey opens the door. It has a six-foot counter on the left side with cabinets underneath and wall-mounted ones above. Between the counter and the upper cabinets is a TV on a swivel mount that pulls out. On the righthand side is a shower, then a twin-sized bed. Up in the nose, over the truck cab, is another bed that looks queen size.
“The twin is my bed, Knox is up top. When another bull rider hops in, there’s another twin that folds down from the wall.” Trey pulls a latch, and another bed drops down.
“Well, this is a cozy set up y’all have here. It’s surprisingly clean for a couple of bull riders,” I say, walking out of the camper.
“I’ll give it to Trey, his life may be a mess but, I never have to clean up after him,” Knox says, crumpling his aluminum foil into a ball.
“Hey, my life is organized chaos—exactly how I want it,” Trey retorts.
“Oh yeah? Where are we entered after Vernal?” Knox raises a single brow.
