Page 50 of Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek)

Come to my place for breakfast and find out.

There’s no reason I couldn’t. Yeah, we’re leaving at noon, but that’s never stopped me from getting laid before.

But there’s this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me I’ll regret it if we move too fast.

Landen

Wish I could, but I have to finish eight hours of work in three.

Cecilia

You sure I can’t change your mind, cowboy? Maybe a little visual incentive…

A moment later, she sends a mirror selfie of her only wearing a black see-through lacy teddy with a red bow between her breasts.

God help me.

Lifting my cap, I scrub a hand through my hair and contemplate my next move.

Landen

Fuck. You play dirty. Can I take a rain check for the minute I’m back in town?

The next photo she sends is her turned around, looking over her shoulder in the mirror, and showing off the matching thong and stockings.

Cecilia

Not sure I can wait that long…

I should be tripping over my boots to get into my truck and speeding to her place. The old me wouldn’t have to think twice about it. Chicks sending me nudes or enticing me to sleep with them used to be the norm, and I’d welcome it.

But now, I’m way too old to be acting like a careless horny frat boy. It’s one thing to put myself out there again, but I’m not looking to go back to my old self where I had unattached sex for the sake of feeling something.

Landen

I’m sorry. I gotta get back to work. I’ll text you later.

Yeah, I’m sure that’s going to deflate her ego or piss her off, but it’d be irresponsible for me to bail when I haven’t even finished packing.

I started two nights ago but then ended up on the phone with Warren again to go over our letters to the parole board. He’s still dealing with Maisie randomly showing up and needed a distraction.

Although it was a little emotional to talk about Tucker and Talia, I’m glad I didn’t have to be alone while figuring out how to put into words that Angela deserves to continue staring at prison walls until her entire sentence has been served.

I’m relieved I got it written and sent out.

Now we just hope for the best outcome possible.

“Hey, Dad,” I call out when I see him on the four-wheeler outside the stud farm barn. “Whatcha doing?”

“Hey, son. Just ridin’ around to make sure everything’s ready before we go.”

“Yep, I got the stalls mucked and the horses fed. Then I wrote out a list for the ranch hands. Everything’s stocked and good for the next few days.”

“Great. Lookin’ forward to takin’ a few days off?”

I shrug, smirking. “Yeah, I’m not mad about it.”

He chuckles. “Ellie on her way there now?”

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