“Where at?” I asked zipping his lunch bag.
“Going up to Wyoming.”
“Well, maybe if you're a good boy we can meet you there,” Iris suggested, kissing his shoulder. “Come on, eat. It’s getting late.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Nash said, spanking Iris, walking to the table immediately, making himself a plate.
We had breakfast in our usual fashion, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was something I would miss when I went back to Denver and each time I thought of leaving, I always thought of our easy conversations. As Nashgot the rest of his things, I picked up our mess and Iris hugged me from behind as I washed some dishes.
“Are you ok?” she asked, kissing my spine, hugging me tight. “You seemed like you had something on your mind.”
“I do but it’s nothing you have to worry your pretty head about,” I said, patting her hand.
“That didn’t help me not worry,” she said, rubbing my back.
I sighed, “I’m just overthinking things.”
“About?” she pressed.
“I might have to head to Denver,” I lied.
“Oh.” Her disappointing tone hit me hard. “Well, if you need some company, let me know. I know an unemployed gal who has nothing better to do.”
I chuckled, turning around with my wet hands, pulling her close and kissing her. Iris squealed as I copped a feel with my sudsy hands.
“You little shit.” She pulled away, her beige shirt becoming a little translucent.
I dipped my hand in the water as she held her hand out. “Beau, you better not!”
“It’s just a little water,” I grinned, as I dove for her, grabbing her breasts, soaking her as much as I could.
Nash walked into the kitchen with his bags, dropped them immediately and grabbed Iris.
“No!” Iris squealed, as I wet her shirt even more, her pink nipples even more noticeable. “You guys suck.”
“Yes, we do. Very well.” Nash kissed her neck, reaching for me.
“I have a bachelor’s degree in sucking, you should know that,” I said against her temple, placing a soft kiss.
“I think we can both agree on that,” Nash chuckled, kissing my cheek, wrapping an arm around my waist.
The silence that followed felt heavy, like we all had something to say, but none of us dared. It felt like we were at this delicate crossroad, none of us knew where the hell any of us were going, and no one wanted to lead for fear of rejection, at least I was hoping we were all on the same page. For the first time in a long time, I had never wanted anything more than these two and that scared me so much.
Nash
The open road used to be soothing, and the excitement of driving to a rodeo was even better. I lived for rodeo season because it was one step closer to getting away from my father. This might be the year I finally did it, except the normal excitement wasn’t there, and I wanted to kick myself for letting this happen. My phone rang and I immediately picked it up, desperate for someone to talk to after six hours of driving alone.
“Hello.” I answered without looking at the call.
“Mr. Yarbrough?”
“This is he,” I answered.
“Hello, this is Lance. I have the appraisal for the land, and we also surveyed it as you requested,” he said.
“Oh yes, what did you find out?” I sat up straight, spitting out my gum.
“Your wife’s sizable land is ninety-two acres with two ponds and a stream. It seems it used to be a part of the farm that was close at one point,” he said, as I heard papers shuffling.“After careful consideration, we estimate the entire property to be worth about a half a million dollars.”
