Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Fucker, you don’t think you’ll be right there beside me? Only issue I’m seeing is if you’ll have a woman by then or not.” A look takes hold of my brother, and there is clearly more to the story here. I’m going to have to poke and prod the man beside me. One thing is for sure: Trey knows the inner workings of my brother.
“Whatever, at least I can close a damn deal.” Amos has to bring this back up. I roll my eyes, ready to leave these two to their own devices while I get my day started.
“Damn grateful, too. You want me to ride with to Texas or stay back, or do you want me go to Texas?” Trey asks. I look from my brother to the man beside me. Amos better get the hint that I’m not ready for Trey to leave. We’ve been apart too long. He’s stayed away during the last few years, and while I now know why, I still freaking hate that so much time has been lost to us.
“I’ll go, as long as you’re good to stay here and help out?” Amos follows up.
“Got no problem with that,” Trey replies. He dips his head until only I can hear what he’s saying. “Get it out, sugar. He’s been worried, and while I talked him out of following you to the warehouse, the same can’t be said for myself.” I whirl around, my jaw hanging open yet again. Did I just hear what I think I heard?
“You followed me?” I’m greeted with a tug of a smile on his lips.
“Sure the fuck did. Would do it again, too. You do realize all of us Johnson brothers, present company included, will do anything to protect those we love.” He’s so proud of himself, going as far as to spread his feet shoulder width apart, crossing his arms over his chest, and giving me his undivided attention. Trey Johnson is absolutely goading me into an argument. I’m not going to fall for it. I wait him out, Amos waits me out, and we’re at a stalemate. Mothertrucker, I’m surrounded by alpha cowboys. I’m well and truly screwed.
“Fine, you win. We’ll talk about your little stalker moments later.” Trey gives me a full smile with a wink. Our combined come is sliding down the inside of my legs, or I’d say he’s turning me on all over again.
“You got this, sugar.”
“Amos, you were right. I hated that you and Trey were so adamant I go away to college, but it was for the best. Do not ever expect those words to come out of my mouth again.” I raise my hand palm out. Amos is trying not to laugh, Trey not so much. He’s awarded a glare from me yet still doesn’t stop. “The only reason I agreed to go away is because I refused to be the reason you lost your friend. You’ve given me everything, you’ve set your own life aside, you raised me, loved me, and devoted too much of your life to me. The least I could do is leave instead of ruin your friendship with Trey. Then I found my passion, and I didn’t hate going back after every visit. And while I love our land, legacy, and farm, I’m not sure I want it as a full-time career.” I take a breath and regain my strength to tell him what I’ve been doing since coming back home.
“I knew that, Sienna. It’s why I pushed you so hard.” Amos’ words are a balm to my soul.
“Then it won’t be a surprise to you that Genevieve and I started a business together?”
“Not at all.” Amos shakes his head. “What is it?”
“I design and make pottery, Genny paints for the most part, and I help out when I need a different creative outlet. We’re sold out and have pre-orders. Our company name is Two Chicks. Genevieve is the mastermind behind the business front and, well, I may ask for my inheritance soon enough if things continue going as well as they have.” I cross my fingers and hope I haven’t pissed Amos off.
“You’ve always been a dreamer, Sienna. Proud of you. I’d come in from the pastures, and you’d be making mud pies. Only they were more bowl like, and blades of grass would be inside them. Then you’d grab a fork from the kitchen and draw intricate designs. Somewhere along the way, you grew out of that phase. Hated like hell you lost that piece of you for a while but figured it was part going from a child into a teenager. Glad you found it, baby sister. I’m happy for you.” I remember those days like yesterday. Amos may have thought I quit being creative, but the truth is, you could always find me drawing or doodling on some piece of paper.