Sounds tiring. And adorable.
Just showered off the dirt. We get to do it again tomorrow.
Callie
Then you better get to bed, Cowboy.
Out in the fields, before sunshine, we nearly freeze trying to get these calves and their mamas where they need to go. They are further away from their destination than the crew we moved yesterday. The cows are noisy this morning, voicing their displeasure of us dragging them from their rest before the sun breaks over the rocky terrain in the distance.
As the fireball crests the rocks, throwing bright rays across the snow-covered ground, I take out my phone and snap a picture.
Almost as beautiful as the blush of a girl getting caught moaning at her coffee.
Her reply is almost instantaneous.
Callie
It was really good coffee!
It was a really loud moan.
I laugh to myself, picturing the blush I know is creeping up her neck. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I get back to work. The cows won’t herd themselves.
Chapter 6
Neon Moon
Callie
Cuddled up in bed, I grin at my phone, blushing at the memory of being caught moaning. Cash is turning out to be a very sweet cowboy casanova. He’s a little too good at saying the right thing. It’s been such an incredibly long time since I was desired—someone interested in me, for me, not as a possession or something to control.
I don’t know yet if it’s genuine or some sort of ploy, so for now, I have to play it safe. I can’t let myself get in the same position I was in before.
I reach for the red checkered blanket folded up at the end of the bed and pull it toward me. It smells like a grumpy cowboy—a little spicy, but warm like sandalwood. I inhale deeply before folding it back up and putting it back. Today, I’m returning it. I don’t have the right to get comfort from the blanket of an asshole who just happened to be driving by. He didn’t even introduce himself.
He clearly has no desire to know me. Everyonein town has made it clear they know who I am and where to find me, so he could have if he wanted to.
After another day of lounging in the library and snacking on pastries from Mrs. Cox’s kitchen, it’s after four so I can take the trek down to Waylon’s. It’s warmer today and the snow is melting. I should be able to pull my car out of the ditch this weekend, and I could leave Monday; just in time for my prepaid week to be up.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, see an unknown number flash across the screen, and block it. I don’t answer unknown numbers anymore. Roger has called me from all kinds of numbers over the last year and I’ve made the mistake of answering a few times.
Not today, Satan.
I see the text notification light up.
Unknown
Please Callie, answer the phone. I miss you. Please.
Delete.
Cowboy Cash
The cows were all over the place today but luckily, my trusty sidekicks got it under control.
Attached is a photo of two cattle dogs, sitting side by side in front of a gorgeous brown horse, saddled and looking content. Is this his little family?
Let me guess. Curly, Larry, and Moe?
