With RQ, shit, Sophia, I can lay it all out.
She practically begs me for it.
RacingQueen: Made it home. Suddenly wishing you weren’t so far away.
She doesn’t know I followed her nearly the entire way at a distance to be sure.
TheBigO: Same. This is the part I’d like to skip to get back to being in the same bed as you.
I can’t wait to touch her again. How cruel is fate that I’ll be seeing her nearly every day at the ranch? Does that mean I’m starting to believe in it?
I have to be patient. After seeing the fire in her eyes over the hay, it’s going to be an act of God for her to accept that I’m the same man that had her crying out in ecstasy.
By the next morning, my palms are itching with the need to feel her.
This is going to be hell.
Turning into Black Gulch, my heart hammers in the hope that I’ll see her.
RacingQueen: I didn’t have bad dreams after you were there. I had them again last night.
Damn it.
Pulling in front of the main house, the big dumpster out front is piled high with burnt debris that has been stripped from the building.
Oh good, Denny and Mike are here already.
TheBigO: What were they about?
I hope I’ve earned a little more trust from her.
Stepping into the massive log structure, I follow the sound of voices and wood splintering to see Mike, red faced and huffing as he pries on a big grizzly bar while Denny chips at a charred piece of wall.
With this kind of damage, I have a pretty good idea what she’d be having nightmares about. Seeing the destruction with the new knowledge is sobering.
I didn’t even know her, but I could have lost her.
RacingQueen: My grandparents died in a fire on Christmas.
Glancing around the room feels like a punch to the guts. Part of the roof is gone, covered with a billowing tarp.
When I came for the initial walk through, it was still in rubble over a bed. The posters that were on the wall are missing, but I think they had horses on them with some ribbons along the shelf.
Is this Sophia’s room?
“You okay?” Denny looks at me under gray bushy brows. “You just went white as a ghost.”
“Yea.” I hold up my cell. “Just need a minute.”
Turning on my heel, I move back into the hall and take a deep breath.
TheBigO: I’m so sorry. If I was there, I’d hold you tight enough you’d feel safe to sleep.
RacingQueen: I know you would. Soon, right?
The little heart that she finishes with makes my own skip a beat.
She has no idea I’m literally standing outside her door. Or that I could be where she’s sleeping in a single thirty second sprint.
