What if she takes one look at me and decides she doesn’t want it?
Slamming the door shut to my camper, I’m happy to see I’m alone.
My boots fly into the corner and my jeans get shoved to the floor on my way to the bathroom.
RacingQueen: I’ll say ‘Captain Hook’.
She’s killing me.
I’m still chuckling as I step under the warm water.
But the reality starts to seep in under the scalding deluge.
I’m going to see her for the first time.
Tonight.
The woman who wants to skip dating.
Who wants to be taken. Owned.
And the longer I think about it, the less I’m worried that she’ll send me away.
I’m more terrified that I’ll never want to let her go.
By the time I’m cleaned up, beard trimmed, and fresh clothes on, my phone makes the noise I’ve been waiting for.
RacingQueen: Do you know the fairgrounds on the north side of town?
Wait.
She’sherehere?
TheBigO: Yes.
RacingQueen: In through the main gate, second row. I’m third in line.
My hands start to shake as she gives the final description of her trailer.
She’s been only a hundred yards from me this whole time?
Have I passed her already? How many times could I have seen her and never known it?
One of the few things I haven’t shared with her was that I owned horses. I thought it might sway her.
I guess I don’t need to worry. If she’s been here at the training grounds, she must like them?
Fuck me.
Even more perfect.
RacingQueen: Biggie? Wear a mask. We can always reveal identities later. I think it’d be hot as shit if we kept that secret for just a little while. It won’t be the same once I know your name.
My path is illuminated by the lights spilling from the various campers as I creep through the shadows.
I feel like I’m doing something wrong. My damn pulse is a rapid fire pounding in my ears, drowning out the crunch of gravel beneath my boots.
There’s no mistaking her trailer from her descriptions.
