Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Anytime you want,” I say. He nods and then runs to the truck, but I call his name. “Reed.”
He turns around. “Did Chelsea tell you to be nicer to me?” I ask, wondering why his attitude changed overnight.
“She might have,” he says. “Mom also told me I had no choice.”
“Well, I’m happy that we can get to know each other,” I say. “See you later.”
“See you.” He turns and jogs to Quinn’s truck, getting into the back. I’m watching them drive away when Casey comes driving down. After he parks and gets out, I see he’s wearing a suit.
“You’re a little overdressed for the rodeo there, big guy,” I joke, and he smirks.
“My wife likes when I dress up for her.” He winks at me.
“That’s fucking gross,” I say, and he just laughs at me.
“How did practice go?” he asks, and I nod.
“Quinn’s good,” I say. “He needs more confidence in himself, though. He needs to stop second-guessing himself.”
“I told him the same thing.” He smiles. “Boys need a coach. I need a coach. I need someone who’s riding on bulls and who’s good with horses. Basically, I need the best of the best.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m the best there is.”
“Maybe thirty years ago,” I joke. “But don’t you have a coach?”
“We did, we do, but he’s not interested in training the kids anymore. He wants to just do the stuff around here.”
“So he doesn’t want the dirty work.” I shake my head. “When do you have to know?”
“What else do you have going on?” he asks, turning to get into his truck. “We are having dinner at our house. See you tonight at six.”
“Um, I was thinking that I would ease into family functions,” I say.
“Good. See you at six.” He doesn’t let me answer before he climbs back in his truck.
I show up for dinner, and it’s just Casey and his family. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, and talk is very neutral.
The next day, I get to the arena earlier and make notes for the boys. The week flies by, but something doesn’t sit well with me. Every night, I get home, shower, cook, and sit looking over the pictures over and over again. I look out the window, seeing the stars in the sky, and I make a rash decision. I should think about this before I go over there, but it’s been five days, and I haven’t seen her or heard her voice.
Walking up the steps, I see that there is a light on inside. I ring the doorbell, but no one comes to the door. I ring it again, and this time, I peek into the windows. I don’t see anyone there, but the light on, and her car is parked in the driveway. I don’t even know her number to call her, so instead, I walk around to her backyard. As soon as I turn around the corner, I see her lying in the hammock looking up at the stars. I wonder what she’s thinking about. I wonder if she thinks of me sometimes. I wonder if she’s ever sat looking up at the stars and told me how her day was going like I used to do to her. She must sense me here because she looks over at me and looks shocked that I’m here.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, getting out of the hammock. I see that she’s wearing yoga pants and a big T-shirt. Her neck is totally exposed, making me want to kiss her right under her ear. I wonder if she still giggles when you get too close to her ear. “I can’t do this with you.”
“I want my stuff back,” I say, and she looks at me, her eyebrows pinching together.
“I gave you your stuff back.” She shakes her head. “Everything that I had of yours was in the box.” She walks away from me now toward the door of her house. She puts her hand on the door handle, and I finally speak.
“That isn’t what I’m talking about,” I say, and she looks over her shoulder. “My mother returned your things five years ago. Those were mine, and I want them back.” Her mouth opens. “I want it all back.”
Chapter Fifteen
Emily
“I want it all back,” he says the words, and I tighten my hand on the handle of the door. This week has been an emotional roller coaster. I’ve had so many up and down moments that I was counting down the hours until tonight. Until the weekend when I could stay in my house and recharge my batteries. Next week is going to be better. “I want everything that is mine back.” I snap at that last sentence and turn around going to him now.