That shit is sexy as hell.
She continues to dance, working that fine ass body until the end of the song. When it ends, she hugs her friend then walks back over to me. She grabs her drink, downs it, then looks up at me.
“You ready, cowboy?” she asks, beaming, still on a high from her dance, and shit, so am I. God blessed Wren with a banging ass body she knows how to move it.
“For you? Hell yeah,” I say and she smiles.
“For my barn?” she clarifies.
“Shit, both,” I reiterate. “We can go,” I say then motion for the bartender. When she walks over, I tell her to close my tab. “Do I get my hat back?” I ask Wren.
“You don’t like it on me?”
“I love it on you,” I admit.
“Then, no. I’m keeping it for now,” she says, then winks.
“You got that.” The bartender returns with the tab. After adding a tip, I sign it and we walk out. “How did you get here?” I ask Wren.
“Oh shit. An iDrive. Did you drive?”
“Yeah. This truck right here,” I say, nodding to my Unc’s ride. She follows me and I unlock and open the door for her. Once she’s in, I walk over to my side and crank up. “Where am I going?”
“Just turn left when you drive out. I’m on the opposite side of town from The Phoxes Den. My little ranchette is not too far from here,” she says and I follow her lead. Besides small talk, we pretty much ride in silence until we turn down a small private road, Harris Place. “You gonna go all the way to the end then turn right.”
“It’s dark back here. You need a street light,” I say and she grins.
“I don’t need a light. I’ll always know how to get home,” she utters. When I pull into the driveway, she says, “We’re here. Pull right up to the garage door.”
“All of this is you?” I comment as I look up at the large house.
“Me and my sister’s.”
“You said ranchette. This isn’t that.”
“Well, compared to The Phoxes Den it is, but it’s all ours. The home my daddy worked so hard for and left for me and my sister. I love every piece of it,” she says and I can hear the love in her voice.
“How old is your sister?”
“Fifteen, and speaking of her, ugh. Hopefully, she’s asleep. I don’t want to answer a hundred questions about you being here.”
“You can just show me the barn,” I suggest and she nods in agreement.
I kill the engine and we exit the truck. We walk around the house to a wrought iron gate and she unlocks and opens it. We journey about a mile, passing a small coop.
“So you just have land and chickens?” I ask.
“No. Behind the barn is my goat pen and out further, the berry farm. I make jams with my berries and soaps from my goat milk,” she says proudly.
“And you take care of all of this by yourself?” I question, because forty acres is a lot of land.
“Yeah, basically, but my sister Amara helps when I need it. I’ve been farming and ranching since I could walk. I can handle it,” she says confidently.
“I have no doubt but it’s still a lot,” I comment. It’s impressive as fuck though, knowing she handles all of this land. We approach the barn and she flips a switch as soon as we walk in. The lights flicker then fade in, dim to bright. “Yeah. That’s a problem.”
“One you can fix though, right?” she asks with concern.
“I got you. Where’s your breaker?”
