“Just reminding you that you have an hour to sort yourself out.” I can hear the smile in her voice. I laugh loudly back to her.
They all know me well.
Unless it’s to do with work, I’m almost never on time. I’ve always been the same, they should know this by now.
“Yes, I’ve just pulled a dress over my head and now I’m going to put some make up on,” I reply as I pour myself a glass from the bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen island.
“Good, making sure you ain’t chickening out,” she says as I take a sip.
“Y’all are impossible. Leave me be!” I snort out. These people, honestly.
“See ya soon-” I hang up thephone before she can even finish her reply.
I shake my head as I place my phone back onto the island next to the wine I just set down.
My friends need to get a life, instead of worrying if I’m going to be my fashionably late self.
Lord, please help me tonight.
Looking at the clock, I see its dead on six.
I’ve got plenty of time.
Making myself comfortable at the kitchen island, I grab the bottle of wine and pour myself another.
I look down towards my phone, and shuffle my fingers through my music, deciding on an upper beat country playlist.Luke Bryanfills the room and as I sway my shoulders, I relax into the song. Even though I have absolutely no energy to head out tonight, I admit I’m looking forward to it.
But I’ll only admit that to myself.
A smirk escapes me as I recall some of the great memories in McCoy’s. Sure, we shouldn’t have been in there at seventeen-years-old, but Cole would turn a blind eye as long as we kept quiet in the corner. We did as we were told and would enjoy the live bands constant stream of country music before descending into the night, usually making moves towards my ranch.
Mom and Dad were once cool like that; still are in some ways I suppose.
Hell, with Colter and I as their kids they didn’t get much choice. As well as their best friend’s kids that were part of our group.
We worked hard and certainly partied harder. In their words; “We would rather keep an eye on y’all.”
Now I’m a parent I completely understand their fear, and also their reasoning. The day will certainly come with Ellie, and even though I don’t agree with teenagers sneaking any cheap liquor they can get their hands on, I prefer to supervise the activity because no matter what I say, she’s gonna do it anyway.
I smirk at the memories and the shit we used to get up to.
Taking another gulp of my wine, I check the time and see its six-twenty.
“Better get a move on,” I sigh to myself.
Readying myself to move from the island, I hear a light tapping coming from outside, sounding like my front door.
“What the hell?” I say out loud, feeling the discomfort in my face.
Whoever is at my door, I’m certainly not expectingas my family would just come steaming through. The cowboy’s will be on the other side of the ranch by now. Not that I expect to be needed by them. That’s always been my dad’s and now Colter’s department. I just handle the paperwork and am a fair amount of brains behind the operation.
Placing down my wine on the kitchen side, I quickly pause the music on my phone and then walk towards my front door with caution. Reaching the front door, I open the curtain covering the large transparent window on my wooden door to get to the latch.
“Sorry, takes a sec to come to the-” I look up as I swing the door open.
I pause.
Staring back at me is the last person I expected to ever see again.
