Page 57 of Look at Her and Die

I let him fill the car up, which was fucking nuts because I usually didn’t have a spare forty dollars to just throw into a car for gas that I barely ever drove.

“Okay,” Kent said as he slammed the door closed. “Where am I driving?”

I bit my lip, realizing that what I was thinking was absolutely crazy.

Yet, I told him anyway.

Fifteen

I have good problem-solving skills, but my problem creating skills are where I really shine.

—Searcy to Posy

POSY

“What’s up?” I asked carefully.

Usually when Yates called me, it was because there was something wrong.

A fence that needed mending. A bull that’d gotten out.

Something that I didn’t have the time to deal with right then.

“There’s a woman here asking for you,” he informed me. “And she’s wearing some skimpy short shorts that are making all the ranch hands drool.”

An image of Searcy popped into my head.

Goddamn, did those short shorts do some great things for her ass.

Speaking of ass, I couldn’t stop thinking about hers and last night.

But she wouldn’t be at the ranch.

I wasn’t sure she even knew where my ranch was.

Or my last name for that matter.

“Says her name is Searcy,” Yates said, breaking me out of my contemplation of the most perfect ass in the continental US.

“I’ll be right there,” I replied, dropping my pliers and the roll of barbed wire onto the ground.

I’d have to come back and finish fixing the fence later.

For now, I had a pair of legs I wanted to see.

The ride back to the ranch on Bumbo—the horse named by Scottie years ago when they’d first gotten him—took a short amount of time.

When I rode into the main parking area of the ranch, I saw Searcy and two of her siblings standing next to that old beater of a car that looked like it should’ve been retired two decades ago.

She was staring at me wide-eyed, fidgeting, and looking strung out.

She kept turning her head to her brother, as if she needed reassurance.

“Hey, everything okay?” I asked, my gaze going between them all.

She swallowed hard and then said, “Do you think we could talk somewhere in private?”

I looked around at the ranch hands that were around, but not paying us any attention, and said, “Uh, sure.”

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