Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
A cold front was expected, but hadn’t made it this far south yet. It was back to being warm outside. Kitt dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops before jumping in his truck and driving around the property to Mike’s trailer. He found it dark and closed up tight. He continued on his way straight to the Grainger barn where he saw the lights still on and only Mike’s truck sitting out front.
Mike looked like he was alone, working with a couple of horses in the corral surrounding the back of the barn. Those had to be new, and Mike hadn’t mentioned they were coming. Kitt got out of his truck while turning the ignition off. He purposefully ignored looking toward Austin’s house. Instead, he kept his gaze on Mike as he walked over to the fence and anchored a foot up on the first post. He leaned against the rail.
“She looks good,” Kitt called out as Mike came closer.
“Yeah, she’s picking it up. She was an unexpected surprise yesterday. I’m finding the owner does things like that a lot.” Mike grinned keeping the horse on task of whatever skill he tried to teach her. They were silent for a few minutes. Mike continued to work until he finally looked over his shoulder. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. Just came over to see if we’re cool.” That caused Mike to look back at him.
“Hang on, let me put her up.” Mike dismounted and walked the horse inside. Kitt followed him into the barn, coming in from a side door. He watched Mike stall the horse, and he stayed back out of the way, only bringing fresh hay over when Mike latched the stall from the outside.
“I hadn’t heard anything from you,” Kitt said, as he leaned over the side of the stall and laid the hay out.
“You should’ve told me.”
Kitt appreciated the honesty from Mike.
“You have to understand why I didn’t,” Kitt said. They were standing at the gate, staring at the horse as they spoke. Kitt looked at the stallion in the stall to his right. “He looks good. How old?”
“I do understand, but it makes us more one sided. You know everything about me,” Mike said, as he ignored Kitt’s question and walked away from the stall. Kitt followed a couple of steps behind him as Mike flipped off the lights in the barn before he said anything more. “Has it always been like this?”
“My whole life.” Kitt looked at Mike, but the dark made it an easier conversation.
“You know, in college, those women threw themselves at you. You were always the gentleman. I couldn’t see how you didn’t take advantage of the situation, but you never did. I don’t know how I didn’t figure that out.”
“I haven’t ever told anyone. You’re the first person I’ve ever said it out loud to.” Kitt followed Mike outside and now they walked aimlessly in front of the barn. No direction, they just walked and talked. They had about the same posture, hands in their pockets, eyes downcast, watching where they walked as they tried to clear the air between them.
“You told Austin.”
“No, I didn’t. He figured it out,” Kitt said, causing Mike to stop and turn to face him.
“No way! How?”
This conversation was much harder to have face to face.
“He said he figured it out from my underwear.” Kitt snorted at the memory of Austin telling him how he’d unraveled the truth. “When the waist band was outside my blue jeans that day I was throwin’ a fit over the fence.” Kitt couldn’t hold the eye contact and kicked the grass patch with his sandal.
“Really?”
“It’s what he said.” Kitt shrugged. There was a long pause before they were back to walking in what seemed like a large circle around the front of the barn and their trucks.
“Austin came out and talked to me this morning. He said it wasn’t just a fuck for him. Is it just a fuck for you?”
“I put the brakes on it after you left.” Kitt came to a stop, giving Mike no choice but to stop too. Kitt never looked up, instead, kept his eyes trained on his now dust covered toes.
“Why?” Mike finally asked defensively. Kitt stalled, it took a minute to form the words, to find the truth and not let another lie slip through his lips. Technically, now that Mike knew the truth, he never had to lie to him again and that was monumental. The honesty of the thought made Kitt suddenly a little emotional. It felt so good to just tell the truth.
“Both you and Kylie caught us. I’ve never been found out before because I keep it all far away from here. At this rate, if we keep going like this, everyone in town will know by the end of the month. I can’t jeopardize things like this right now.” As Kitt spoke, he started walking again. This time Mike didn’t follow.
“I won’t tell, Kitt.” Mike’s voice was reassuring and he stood his ground.
“Thanks,” Kitt replied, and dropped his hands in his pockets.
“How’s Hooch?” The subject change was abrupt, but Kitt knew it was intentional. They’d talked about it, Mike was okay, and they were good.
“Good. Super good. So far, he’s everything we hoped for and Lady’s nurturing, she’s a good little momma. They’re good.”
“I was gonna stop by after I finished tonight,” Mike said.
“It’s all good. Jose’s there. I’m goin’ out there at midnight to check on the little guy, but I think it’s fine. We aren’t really needed around the clock, it’s just precautionary. Doc came by today and gave him a thumbs up.” Kitt turned back to his truck.
“Cool.” Mike was silent for a moment before his voice rang from behind Kitt’s back. “You should go talk to him.”
The words stopped Kitt in his tracks and his heart leapt. “I think we need to give it a rest. I need to apologize, but it needs to chill between us.” Kitt shook his head slightly and started back to his truck.