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“Okay then,” he says as though that’s that.
“Okay then what?”
He smirks. “You’re fine. Good luck with Donny.”
And with that, Rowan turns and walks back into the diner, leaving me with more questions than answers.
Ugh, I hate men.
seventeen
ROWAN
“I’ll see you first thing tomorrow, Mr. Knight, I look forward to it.” I hang up and lean back on the couch. Tomorrow Carson Knight is coming to see the farms and hopefully make a decision soon.
I’m not sure how I feel about taking this from Charlotte since she’s hurt, but this deal will allow me to really add more cows. I had to sell a lot of calves that were born last year because we had way too many males. I need females. I need milk, therefore...I need this round of pregnant cows to actually birth some females.
With the new steer I got, it’ll also ensure we don’t breed incorrectly, not that we have before, but it’s important to keep records of it all.
I send Micah a text, informing him of the visit and what time I expect him here tomorrow. According to Mr. Knight, he’ll be here mid-morning. Which is a pretty broad time of day.
There’s a knock at my door, which is probably Micah. Getting up, I groan, my back is still killing me from sleeping on the damn floor with Charlotte.
“Coming!” I yell when he knocks again. I open the door and find not Micah there, but Charlotte.
“Hi,” she says, her cheeks red stained.
“Hello.” I lean against the doorjamb, both confused and intrigued why she’s here. “What brings you by?”
Charlotte pulls her lips into her mouth, and then makes a smacking noise. “I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure?”
“No. I mean, I am sure, but I’m not sure at the same time.”
I stay quiet for a moment, staring up at the dark night sky. Then step back. “Do you want to come in to see if you can work out exactly what brought you here?”
Her green eyes find mine, she nods and then shakes her head. “No, I don’t need to come in. I found this.” Charlotte lifts her hand and extends a hat I’ve never seen before toward me. “I knew it was yours and didn’t know if you needed it.”
She’s full of shit. She’s here for something else, something I think the two of us want and have been trying to pretend never happened.
“I do need it,” I say, playing along, my voice rough as I think about the other things I need that have nothing to do with putting clothes on.
“Good. Then, I’m glad I brought it by.”
I step toward her. “Charlotte?”
Her lips part and she sucks in a breath. “Yeah?”
“Come in.”
I wait for her to tell me to fuck off, to run, to do anything, but instead, she steps inside. I close the door, turn to her, and we both collide against each other.
Her hands are in my hair, pulling my lips to hers, and I’m lifting her in my arms. We kiss so hard I swear we’ll both be bruised, but I don’t fucking care. I don’t know why or what is going on, but for the first time in days I feel like I’m free and alive.
I push her back against the door, her legs wrapped around me as I bite her lip. “Is this what you really came for?” I ask before crushing our mouths back together.
When I pull away, I kiss down her neck and she moans, “I’m not answering that.”
