Page 52 of Chasing the Wild
I don’t know where that leaves us for the next six weeks that I will be working out the remainder of my placement. But for a solid hour last night, I spent my time going back and forth between packing and then unpacking my small, ratty suitcase. I almost gave up on trying to make this situation work, figuring it was for the best if I were to cut my losses and contemplate finding a new job elsewhere.
Then, I realized my only option for leaving was to either steal a horse, or his truck, and both would inevitably lead me back to him… So I’m once again stranded on the top of this mountain with snow gently drifting down from the sky above and the insanity of it all keeps laughing in my face.
Fat, puffy snowflakes coat the wooden railing in front of me like mounded sugar. Kayce really wasn't joking when he said the roads might be closed most of the winter.
Out here on the porch, the Wi-Fi occasionally musters enough strength to work. This morning is one of those days. Scrolling through my posts I’ve shared of the horses and a couple of quick videos around the ranch, I see they’ve been picking up a little more attention than normal for my account.
Knowing how many other people are swooning over the horses being complete fools makes me smile.
I love getting to show off their individual personalities. They really are a bunch of starlets in their own right. It’s something I secretly wish the ranch could promote more, but I’m guessing since Colt is allergic to the internet, that job would fall to Kayce and, well, he simply doesn’t give a shit.
Sage:
Any update on the *hot cowboy you won’t talk about* situation?
I know there is SOMEONE.
My third eye is tingling, bitch.
I suck in a breath.All I can do right now is pretend that there is, in fact, a cowboy in the picture. Keeping it unspecific as all hell is my last line of defense against my best friend who is abloodhound on the scent. I’m resigned to the fact I’m just going to have to work overtime to throw Sage off the trail, because, as much as I desperately want to spill my guts and tell her every little detail about how insane last night was, I am most definitely going to need to lie to her. No good can come of letting her know what happened between me and Colt in the dark and the firelight.
Butterflies start to riot on fluttery wings in my stomach, and I find myself absently running my fingertips over my lips. Is it possible they are still tingling from the scrape of his beard and force of his hot mouth devouring mine?
There’s nothing really to tell…
Dots erupt quickly on screen as Sage types frantically.
OMG.
BITCH.
I KNEW IT.
We met at a bar last night. Yes, we kissed. But sorry to disappoint, I don’t know that there will be anything more than that.
He’s busy, I’m busy up here at the ranch.
How’s Evaline been lately?
Oh, good. Deflecting to the ONE TOPIC you know I won’t side step.
Very uncouth of you. Dirty tricks, freckles.
Maybe those cowboys have been teaching you a thing or two after all.
Aunt Evie is a delight, as always, and obliged me with an hour of puzzle time the other day. She’s doing fine, babe.
Thank you.
I miss you both so fucking much, you know that right?
Well, of course you do, I’m the whole package.
And whatever, you can’t be missing my ass that much. Tell that to the tonsils you were exploring last night.
Don’t think you can avoid giving me more details. I expect a play by play.
As I wrapmy fingers around the warmth of my coffee and try to figure out what to reply, I hear crunching gravel beneath heavy tires and around half a dozen trucks not dissimilar to Colts pull into the yard. My moment of peaceful ‘figuring out what the fuck is happening in my life’ is broken, and I’m assaulted by every good-looking cowboy in Crimson Ridge.
