Page 14
I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or not.
Tinsley
I am. But I really will miss seeing you.
Me
Good to know
Wednesday morning, I can’t focus on shit. I spend two hours in the main barn pretending to look at invoices while my mind drifts off to her, wondering what she’s doing, if she’s thinking of me, too.
Me
How’s the new acquisition doing?
Tinsley
Great. How was your meeting in Dallas?
Me
It was okay. I miss you.
Tinsley
I miss you, too. I can’t wait until Friday.
Me
See you then.
At dusk, a storm rolls in from the west, all thunderheads and dry lightning. I get soaked running from the main barn over to the main house. By the time I get inside, my boots are leaking and my shirt clings to me like a second skin. I strip down, towel off, and stand at the window for a minute, watching the rain stream down the glass and the blue-black sky split by lightning. On impulse, I take a photo.
Me
Looks like we’re getting a show tonight.
Tinsley
I love thunderstorms.
Me
Me too.
Thursday morning, I wake up before the sun. I don’t even bother with the alarm. I make coffee and spend an hour checking my emails, then I text her.
Me
Good morning. I can’t wait until tomorrow.
She doesn’t reply for two hours. When the message finally comes, I realize I’ve been holding my breath, waiting for her response.
Tinsley
You’re up early.
Me
