Wren
“What the hell are you doing?” I question myself as I descend the stepsbecause what?
I have a whole ass stranger in my attic, in my house. He’s fine as hell but I still don’t know him.What the hell am I really thinking?
I question myself all the way into the house. Although for some reason, I feel completely safe with him, I don’t want to take any chances. So as soon as I’m in the house, I grab the ladder, extend it, then attach the double deadbolt to the door to the attic. At the end of the day, I won’t put anyone over my sister’s safety and wellbeing.
Amara! Shit!What am I going to tell her?
I never, and I meannever, bring random men back to the house. I’m very protective and careful when it comes to her. It took nine months with my ex before he was allowed to spend the night here. This is different; Meleck is in the attic, but still.
With her on my mind, I walk to her door, open it, and see she’s fast asleep with her phone and math book in bed with her. I sneak in, remove her phone and book, plug her phone up, then ease back out.
As I head back to my room, I hear a door close, so I peep out and see Meleck walking with a big ass duffle on his back.
“Damn, he’s fine as hell,” I utter as I journey to my room.
Before undressing and hopping into the shower, I shoot Reece a text, just letting her know I’m home. She doesn’t respond; I don’t expect her to but still wanted her to know I’m good. We will catch up in the morning with our usual call and boy do I have some shit to tell her.
There’s a whole ass man in my attic.
Although I’m still shaking my head at how this day turned out, I can’t help but be excited. The electrical issues in the barn have been giving me hell for months and I had a feeling it wasbad. I just didn’t have a clue how or when I would be able to get it fixed. Him bumping into me then seeing me tonight at Forty Acres was exactly what I needed.
Taking solace in knowing he can fix my problem, I brush any second thoughts to the side, put my braids up in a bun, then take a long, hot shower. When I climb into my bed, I drift off to sleep and don’t wake until I hear a door closing hours later.
For a while now, it’s just been me and Amara and I’m always the first one up in the mornings, always. So the sound of anything other than my hen in the morning is foreign and causes my eyes to fly open. This morning is no different.
It’s fifteen after five and he’s up apparently. My thoughts are confirmed when I trek into the kitchen after brushing, gargling, and relieving my bladder. From the kitchen window, I see him dressed in jeans and a thick plaid jacket, trekking through the snow, heading toward the barn. I watch him for too damn long then sigh.
Do I feed him?
My normal morning routine is being interrupted in the most handsome way and I don’t know what to do with myself. Amara needs breakfast. I need to feed my chicks and goats, and check on my soaps. However, because he’s here, I’m stuck on stupid, staring out a window, contemplating how many sausage links to cook.
This shouldn’t be so damn hard.
Before I drive myself crazy, I decide to call Reece. Considering her ass was all up on Ro in Forty Acres last night and his tongue was down her throat after we danced, she might curse my ass out for interrupting what I can only assume was a night of fun. My girl was all over that man once she left me at the bar, so I know what she had on her mind.
When she answers my FaceTime, her words throw me all the way off. Here I am thinking she was somewhere face down ass up while she thinks I was. We are both wrong.
“What’s wrong, friend?” she asks and my words fly out.
“Where the hell do I begin? I have his fine ass in my damn attic. He’s a stranger and Amara is here. I’m trying to decide what the hell to do. I really didn’t think this shit through at all. Should I make him breakfast, hide him away until she’s gone, or…”
I ramble but thankfully, she interrupts my rant and not only calms my ass but reminds me of my instincts and judgement when it comes to Amara. Like always, she also manages to make me laugh at the same damn time.
“You love your sister and you would never let dick play a factor in her safety. If he’s there, it’s because you trust that he’s not a threat to anything but your coochie, friend.”
We both laugh because she’s right. Oddly enough, I do trust him. Plus, I was extra cautious with the attic door. Amara is safe and she will be fine. We talk about everything and Meleck won’t be an exception. As for my coochie, time will only tell and it’s promising.That man is fine as hell.
Now that I’m cool and back to my damn senses, I turn the conversation to her. It’s clear that she’s not in her house. From the beams in the background, I can tell she’s in her foreman’s cabin. She’s also wearing a very big and very manly shirt.
“Let me get the details, Reece. The way that man tongued you down definitely means he was willing to let you ride ’em cowboy,” I tease.
“You saw that?”
“Yes, I did and so did everyone else at Forty Acres last night,” I say and she scrunches her face.
As I take sausages out of the fridge, she gives me the not-so-freaky details of her night. All the shots she had at the barwere her downfall. Ro, being a complete gentleman, didn’t take advantage. Although she’s in the foreman’s house, she woke up in bed alone. He slept in the room next to her.
