Am I someone special to him now? Even after knowing each other for such a short amount of time?
Easton’s declaration to bet on this game and fuck it out later feels like a fever dream. I had to remind myself that this is real and I’m not imagining it.
This trip. Our time together.Him.
Not one part of me has thought about work or what’s next for me after Wyoming. Although I know that’s still something I need to figure out. And I will in time.
“I’m gonna grab another round. What can I get you?” He nods to the bar before placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. I love the way the Cattleman hat I designed for him sits on his head with ease, making him look like the most fuckable cowboy.
And fuck him, I most certainly will do.
“Whiskey and ginger ale, please,” I tell him as he saunters off to the bar.
I take the free moment to pull out my phone, given this is one of the rare times we actually have service.
As expected, there she is.Mom.
Mother Trunchbull
I expected to hear from you by now. Your father and I are worried, Collie.
I’m fine, mother. Traveling a bit. I’ll be home in a few days.
Mother Trunchbull
Good. Your sister could use help with the wedding. 2 months and counting.
She must not realize Capri is my literal best friend, and I already know everything there is to know about her wedding with Jones. Maybe if she asked, she’d know that, too.
Already on it. I have my final dress fitting when I get back to SC. Minimal cleavage. You’d be proud.
Mother Trunchbull
You know this could be you if you ever settled down.
Who shit in your English breakfast tea?
Mother Trunchbull
Collie Charlotte. That mouth will get you nowhere.
Oh, this mouth gets me plenty. Not really in the mood to argue with you over text mother. I’m about to have hot sex. Ttyl.
Mother Trunchbull
Don’t get pregnant.
“Everything okay?” Easton asks, handing me my drink. “And is that Miss Trunchbull I see?” His brows rise in question.
“Oh,” I sigh. “Yeah. Well, kinda.” I hold up my phone. “MotherTrunchbull. Minus the baggy sweats and greasy hair. She was just kindly reminding me how much of a lost cause I am. Nothing unexpected.” I chuckle, attempting to play off the disappointment that comes with talking to her.
From the outside looking in, my mother is kind. But to me, she favors snide comments and any reason she can find to make me feel small.
Again, Capri has never seen it. She’s been through enough, and there’s something bitter inside of my mom that feels the need to take it out on someone.
And I refuse to let it be Capri. However, no less tragic that’s it's me.
Easton settles beside me, leaning against the table, and sips his whiskey neat. I can’t think of anything to do with my hands but spin the wooden pool stick, hoping it provides me with a bit of distraction.
