Page 95 of Wildest Dreams

“I need to go and see Pacey...” she trails off, eyes bouncing between me, Lainey and Riggs.

“Oh shit,” Riggs rubs his beard and sighs as he steps back towards the kitchen, heavy boots echoing around the large space.

“It's fine, Riggs, can you find som?—”

“I'll watch her,” Tripp says, and all eyes are on him.

“Tripp,” Orla says softly, head tilting to the side.

“I'm more than capable,” and his tone is sharp.

“Of course you are...” she looks at me, eyes widening slightly.

“It's just a lot for you, plus you have physio...” I try, my voice soft.

“I can manage,” he softens his tone as he looks at me.

“I won't be long,” Orla says placing Lainey's breakfast in front of her, her little lips pursing into a pout as her little fingers grab a handful of smashed blueberries, lifting them to her mouth and I smile as she tries to fit them all in one go.

“And I’ll be just on the ranch,” peeling my eyes from my daughter and back to Tripp.

“I know,” he nods then averts his gaze to his mom, “and I’ll be fine.”

“You better let that physio work you hard man, gonna need you on them crutches sooner rather than later…” and Riggs' eyes are on me the whole time.

The bastard knows what he is doing.

“Riggs,” Orla shakes her head as she steps outside the kitchen for a moment and Riggs follows her before his eyes are bouncing between me and Tripp.

“Surely you want to be able to... you know... without being in a cast. Can't be ideal,” he says a little louder from across the kitchen, rubbing his hands together and Tripp glares at him.

I cover my face, shame painting my cheeks.

“Fuck off Riggs,” Tripp reaches for a dish towel from the side and launches it towards his brother who just laughs.

“Fine, I am leaving,” he rolls his eyes. “Dixie, go get dressed. We've got a lot of work to do,” he tips his cowboy hat and begins to walk away. “Oh and Dix,” he calls back.

“Yeah?” I answer him all whilst Tripp’s fingertips are brushing against mine.

“You're gonna learn to ride today, become a proper cowgirl,” and then the door slams.

“You know how to ride,” Tripp wiggles his brows in a playful manner and I smirk down at him.

“Horses baby... I don't know how to ride horses,” and the smile falls from his lips.

“I want to teach you,” he sucks in a breath, and I clasp his hand in mine, bending down so I am kneeling.

“I know... but I need to help out, so I need to learn now.”

“How about...” he leans in close to me, “later on, you climb on top of me and show me what you learned,” and he winks at me, causing me to laugh. “Most beautiful sound,” he hums.

“You, Tripp Rivera, are a very dirty man.”

“You love it,” he presses a kiss to the back of my hand, and I sigh.

“I do,” I whisper, “I really do.”

Walking downstairs,I grab my cowboy boots from the boot cupboard and slip them on. I am wearing my Levi's, white tee and my cowboy hat that matches my boots.

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