Josh is unlatching his trailer, too, and Tenley stands back, watching. Her golden hair is tied on top of her head, and she has just as much dust caking her clothes as the rest of us.
I walk over to where Tenley’s standing. “Ham, go make sure Troy doesn’t manage to fuck something up.”
“No man should be responsible for that,” Ham mumbles, but he does as I’ve asked.
I watch as the bulls walk off the trailer, their noises filling the air. The first two go into the pasture, and Josh and Troy open the gates in the trailer for the next two.
In the distance, the herd of cows have their necks up, watching.
Tenley clears her throat. “Is it just me, or do those cows look displeased to see their new roommates?”
Josh laughs out loud, and despite the sour mood I’ve been in all day, I chuckle. “How else is the species supposed to continue?”
Tenley does her best to hide her feelings, but I can tell she’s not loving the breeding process. When the last bull walks into the pasture, she shouts, “Go get ’em, Tiger.”
“Stud,” I correct.
She turns to me. “Huh?”
“They’re called studs.”
“Oh, well, then,” she adopts a raspy voice. “Tell me ’bout it, stud.”
I don’t mind that raspy voice. Nope, not one bit. Her words, however, confuse me. “Is that a line from a movie?” It’s a solid guess, considering her work.
She looks at me like I’ve grown horns. “Um, yes.Grease.”
“Never saw it.”
Her head rears back as if she was just slapped. “You’ve never seenGrease?”
“Warner, I’ve seenGreasefour times,” Josh interrupts. I give him a look and he backs off.
Tenley points at me. “That’s your homework.”
“To watchGrease?”
“Yes.”
I shake my head. “Never going to happen. But I’m sure Wyatt will watch it with you.”
Tenley narrows her gaze. “You need to knock that shit off. Wyatt and I aren’t sleeping together.”
“You were in front of his cabin this morning in your pajamas.”
She nods. “Right. But nothing happened. He didn’t even sleep at his place last night.”
“Where did he sleep?”
“He didn’t say.”
“Why were you at his place?” Even as I ask, the answer forms in my mind. “Because of the scene at the diner?”
Tenley squints. She doesn’t ask how I know about the diner, which is good because I don’t want to tell her I was asking about her.
“Yes, mostly.” She nods once. “I overheard people talking about where I might be staying, and someone guessed correctly.”
“So you were too scared to go back?”
