Damn. Dad’s going withthatguy.
I wonder if the sheriff ever arrested him for screaming in the parking lot that day?
Misty’s hooves break through the thin crust of snow along the edges of the paddock, but her heaving sides slow to a more even rate.
Time to brush her down and load her up.
Carrying the saddle is the hardest part. This bastard is heavy, and the cold seeps into the titanium rod in my leg making it ache with every step.
It’s not as bad as the first winter though. Most days I barely have a limp.
Lori said it’s hardly noticeable now.
If only I had someone to keep me warm at night.
I’m not sure what drove me to completely dump all of my personal details to Biggie last night.
There’s just something about him that makes me want more.
After thinking about it, IknowI’m being ridiculously, hopelessly, romantic.
Real life doesn’t happen like that.
Working my way slowly down the slick steel ramp, I step off into the gravel when I hear Dad’s voice in low conversation.
Stealing a glance around the side of my trailer, I can just make out his dark cowboy hat next to the lighter colored one near the small rise by the house.
Dad’s arm raises, pointing towards the clearing.
Oh, he must be talking about Sawyer’s place.
Great. Not only will he be around to fix the fire damage, he’s building the new one?
When I raise the door, it slams shut loud enough they both look over.
Crap.
I was hoping to stay under the radar.
And now they’re both walking this way?
Oliver Brookes watches me with his eyes nearly hidden under the wide brim of his hat, but stops near his truck and turns to my dad.
“I’ll have my guys over on Monday to start the demo. I should be back before they’re finished and we can go over a material list.” His jaw clenches as his gaze flicks in my direction one last time.
Fuck him.
I scowl back.
“Sounds good,” Dad grunts, still moving closer.
The growl of the heavy diesel pulling away drowns out Dad’s footsteps on the crunchy ground as I slide the locks in place.
“Got everything loaded?” His brows furrow with his question.
I don’t miss the fact that he leans just far enough to double check.
“Yea. I’m fine, Dad. I’ve done this tons of times.” I follow him as he pauses at the hitch to inspect it next.
