Nah. Dillon had already learned that he flew better by the seat of his pants.
pharris:hey cowboy.How’s you
brrlman: good. miss you. how’s blind and gimpy?
pharris: loud. glad im stayin with the kids
brrlman: LOL. it snowed a few days ago
pharris: no shit. like snow-snow
brrlman: three inches. bizzare-o land
pharris: only in yankeeland is three inches a good thing
brrlman: you’re kind of sick. i like it. has jason ridden any?
pharris: yeah. couple times. gotta keep his eyes open or he pukes.
brrlman: oh gross. poor jase. buy him a beer
pharris: bax sez no beer
brrlman: ominous. next time i come with you
pharris; really? Id like that. lots.
brrlman: yes. no more running off without me
pharris: its a deal. we should go have
pharris: ice cream
brrlman: burgers. sex
pharris: ok when soon
brrlman: one more week
pharris ok i guess i can wait *wink*
brrlman: see you then, babe
pharris: ok cowboy. be good.
brrlman: i’ll be as good as i can. wait for me, huh?
pharris: always. you got my word
Chapter Eight
The break was over, and Dillon had never been so glad.
Usually he loved to putter around at home, riding his horses and working on his fence line. This time, though, he’d been restless, bored and looking forward every day to Coke’s text message.
God, he was a dork.
Really. When was he ever gonna learn that he had to stop pining over the guys he couldn’t have? Clearly the universe was against him when it came to Coke. Something always happened. Like in that freaking hot tub, where he’d been all ready to do the sexy kitty dance, and instead his legs had swollen all up and turned Technicolor. Like, terrifying, fall off colors.
