Page 4 of The Rescue

“It’s so boring here, what is there to do for fun? There’s no fancy bars, and hardly any hot guys. I could never live here.” I say as I look around the place.

“I like it here,” she shrugs her shoulders at me.

Dylan’s face lights up as she looks around the pub, and I can see that she really does like it here. I don’t blame her to be honest, she has a man who loves her and her Grannie Jo just made the move here.

She has everything she ever wanted, I’m happy for her. But small town life isn’t for me, too much idle gossip happens and no good ever comes from it. I rub my legs and relish in the warmth from the fire.

Dylan smirks as she takes a sip of her beer. “So, did you regret wearing shorts?”

I eye her narrowly.

“You know me, I don’t regret my fashion choices.”

“I know, but it’s different here. The weather is very unpredictable, and it’s starting to get very cold.”

I roll my eyes at her, Dylan has always been the practical and sensible one. She really is an old woman at heart. Although I have to give her credit for travelling to Scotland after breaking up with her toxic ex and deciding not to return to Boston.

We’re different in so many ways, we fight like sisters, but we always make up and laugh about it later. I count my lucky stars every day that I met Dylan Miller, she’s the sister I never got. I had to grow up with three older brothers who are the definition of rough and tumble cowboys.

Being the youngest and only girl, my older brothers picked on me from a young age. Burping and farting was their love language, and I would find myself in many headlocks by one of them whilst the others burped or farted in my face.

I haven’t been back to my family ranch in Tennessee for a while, and I miss them every day. My brothers are the only thing I miss about that place. I make a mental note to make sure I call them soon.

I take a sip of the disgusting pond water, and force myself to swallow the bitter liquid. If this is the only drink served here, it looks like I’m going to be sober while I’m staying here. The sooner I can get this website done, the sooner I can be back in Boston.

“How was it meeting Rabbie?”

“It was fine.” I pick at a frayed tassel of denim on my shorts. I try to act as if meeting the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on wasn’t a big deal.

“Just fine? Isn’t he the nicest guy?” Dylan swoons.

“He’s easy on the eyes, for sure, but he mainly talked business and started sticking his nose in about where I’m from.” I take another sip of the pond water.

I know Rabbie didn’t mean to pry, but I don’t talk about Tennessee and I definitely don’t talk about my family. Dylan looks at me with her head cocked to the side.

“He was probably trying to get to know you. Rabbie is so sweet, he’s loved by everyone in this town. He can’t walk a hundred metres without being stopped by one of the locals”

“Hmm, well he shouldn’t be sticking his nose in.” I huff.

Dylan frowns at me, and then an all knowing smirk spreads across her face.

“What?”

“You’re annoyed because he kept it strictly business,” she teases.

“No, I’m not,” I lie.

Usually, men are so charmed by me that I have them eating out of the palm of my hand. Rabbie didn’t even bat an eye at me. He didn’t even seem phased by my flirtatious charm, it usually works a treat.

I even thought the topic of dating would get him to open up, but he quickly shut that down. With my ego and vanity slightly bruised, I’m trying to nitpick and find a flaw in Rabbie, but I can’t seem to find any.

He was lovely, very kind, making me tea and offering a plate of delicious cookies. I don’t usually find those traits attractive in a man but Rabbie is very attractive. He’s nothing like the metropolitan guys of Boston. He’s good looking in a laid back unkempt kind of way with shaggy blonde hair, fitted Carharttpants and large white tee. He stood at least a foot over me, he’s very tall and muscular with large hands. I’ve never seen hands that big on a man before and I have three older brothers who work on a ranch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be having a slice of him before I leave,” I wink at Dylan.

“I’d like to see you try, Rabbie isn’t the type of guy who does casual hookups. I’ve never heard of him having a girlfriend either.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, feeling curious as to why he doesn’t date.

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