Page 47 of Ace of Spades
“Fine,” I relent, my entire body now violently shaking as I wrap my arms around myself to try to regain some warmth. “Butonly because you said please. Even though you followed it up with calling me stubborn.”
He shakes his head as he leads my horse back up the incline, the calf in tow as I follow behind. Reaching Lark, he pulls a blanket out of the saddle bag before tossing it my way.
“Dry off and change, I’ll wait over here.”
I head to my own saddlebags, digging through them.
“Um… Weston?”
“What?” he calls from the opposite side of my horse.
“I uh… I think I packed my clothes from yesterday in the wrong saddle bag…”
“You did what?” he asks, sounding more annoyed by the second.
“To my defense, why do they all look exactly the same? Have you ever thought about stitching names on them or something?”
I can practically feel him rubbing the bridge of his nose like he does any time I get on his nerves. I hear the shuffling of material before he walks around to my side, not saying a word as he hands me a pair of jeans and a button-down ranch shirt that I recognize from him wearing yesterday.
“I can’t wear these,” I tell him, horror laced in my tone. “I’m gonna look like a homeless person.”
“I’m sorry, I forgot that this was a fashion show and not a cattle drive,” he deadpans.
“Ugh, You’re the worst,” I mutter, grabbing the clothes from him as I wait for him to make it to Blackjack’s other side, my horse acting as a privacy curtain.
“For trying to save your life? Yeah, I guess that really does make me the worst,” his voice comes from a few feet away.
“You’re insufferable,” I tell him, pulling my soaked shirt over my head, placing it on the ground to step my bare feet on as I kick my boots and then jeans off.
“Will you just get changed so we can get back to the group?”
“Yes, Captain. Right away, Captain,” I taunt, taking off the remainder of my undergarments before pulling the blanket off of my saddle to dry myself. “Try not to think about the fact that I’m naked over here.”
I hear him curse under his breath, bringing a grin to my face.
“Just completely naked,” I continue. “In the middle of the woods. Nothing weird about this or anything.”
“Can you just hurry already?”
I roll my eyes, bending down to dry my freezing legs and nearly losing my balance as a squeal leaves my lips.
“Hailey!” Weston calls, rushing around to my side.
“What are you doing!” I yell. “Get back to your side of the horse!”
He whips his head away as soon as he notices I’m fine, turning his back to me as he does what he’s told for once.
I finish getting dressed, using my belt to cinch his jeans over my hips and rolling the bottoms so I don’t walk all over them, his shirt reaching my mid-thighs as I don’t even bother attempting to tuck it in. He makes his way back to Lark and climbs on after seeing me mount Blackjack, the two of us with the calf in tow turning back towards the direction that we came.
“Well, I guess we both have one thing in common,” Weston finally speaks after a short while.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“We both have a nice ass,” he winks.
I can’t help but chuckle, a blush creeping up my cheeks as I keep Blackjack steady alongside him. A comfortable silence passes between us before he pulls his hat off of his head, leaning over to place it on mine. It’s ridiculously big on me, sinking down to the point that I have to reach up and push it back to keep it from sinking over my eyes.
“What’s that for?” I ask.
