Page 67 of One Night Bride
When he spoke again, Remington’s voice came from right in front of me. “Are you going to close your eyes the whole time, or…?”
My eyes flew open. “I will if you don’t get dressed and put away all my fun toys.”
He smirked. “Fine. I’ll get dressed. But I have to be at your parents’ house by five, so you can only have me until then.”
I frowned. That was the first I was hearing about those plans. “But I have plans for us to be there at six.” I’d invited us over for dinner, and Mom had enthusiastically agreed. Especially when I told her the wedding planner I’d hired would be meeting us there as well.
He shrugged and put one leg into his jeans. “Then I guess I’ll see you there.”
I scoffed. “Don’t be silly. We’ll go together.”
He zipped up his jeans with a headshake. “Can’t.”
“What do you mean ‘can’t’?”
He kissed my cheek and walked out of the room. “You’re not invited to my meeting.”
My jaw dropped. He was meeting my parents without me? What the hell was going on?
“You have your secrets. I have mine,” he called from the stairs. “Are you going to come make my breakfast or what?”
The man was infuriating.
And I loved him with all my heart.
“If you’re taking me horseback riding, that’s kind of a copycat of my date,” Remington said, looking out the window as I drove in the direction of the therapy horse farm he’d taken me to.
I glanced over at him, swinging his huge truck onto the dirt road that led to the horse farm. He finally let me drive this beast, but he sure was enjoying teasing me.
“You’re full of piss and vinegar today, huh?”
He shrugged, grinning as he squeezed my thigh, where he’d kept his hand the whole time I drove. “Got my girl back, Dad’s fine about me leaving the ranch, the nonprofit is in the works. Hell yeah, I’m high as a fucking kite.”
I grinned. I loved seeing him happy. “Oh, now you’re high, huh?”
“High on life, baby. High on life.”
I laughed as I pulled into the lot for the therapy horse farm. “Anyone ever tell you you should become a life coach?”
“Nah. I’ve heard this woman, Esme Waldo, is the shit for that kind of thing.”
I nodded sagely. “She is, yes.”
I put the truck in park and relaxed now that I’d gotten us here in one piece. Remington looped his index finger in the air.
“So, you really are copying me?”
I shook my head and scoffed. “Oh ye of little faith. Get out of the truck.”
I hopped out of the huge vehicle, landing on dirt, but wearing boots this time. I was ready for the mud or anything else the horse farm threw at me. I was a rancher’s wife, after all.
“Hey, Esme!” a lady called out from the barn. She handed a small dappled horse off to someone else and walked over to us. “I’m Amy. We talked on the phone.”
I shook her hand. “Yes. Thank you so much for being available so quickly.”
She pointed to the house. “Well, the boys are just old enough to go home with someone. Your timing was perfect.”
“Boys?” Remington asked.
