Page 17 of Spur of the Moment
“That’s fine.” I straightened, grabbing hold of the dusty fence. I was silent a few moments before asking, “Do you hold it against me?”
His body tensed. He knew what I was referring to. “No.”
“Then what is it, Bailey?”
He let out a sigh and brought his gaze to me. “Just trying to figure you out, Huckleberry.”
He could join the club. I felt like I wasted all those years being away when I could have been trying to figure out my life here, with the support of friends and family.
Instead, I ran. From Bailey’s feelings and my own, from this small town that I thought had nothing to offer me. But maybe I wasn’t meant for bigger and better. Maybe Bell Buckle was the place I was meant to be. Being back here, that was starting to feel more true every day.
9
Bailey
“You want to help me hook up the trailer?”
Lettie looked over at me, the early afternoon sun lighting up the faint smile on her lips. “You do remember what happened the last time, right?”
I smiled, remembering all too well. “How could I forget? You made me dent my bumper. Waving your hands to keep going when I was well past the ball.”
She laughed, the sound almost taking me to my knees. “I was waving at you to stop!”
I pushed away from the fence, dusting my hands on my dirt-stained jeans. “That’s not what it looked like to me.”
She shoved my shoulder andfuck, if I didn’t want her hand back the moment she took it away. This was the Lettie I missed -the Lettie I could joke with and poke fun at. I’d get the old Lettie back, no matter how long it took.
We walked over to the dually Travis owned. He’d bought it primarily for the rescue. They’d needed a bigger rig after the previous truck crapped out on us while we were hauling horses back from Texas.
“Another Ford?” Lettie asked as we approached the vehicle.
I shrugged, pulling the key out of my pocket. “You know your dad.”
She rolled her eyes as I got behind the wheel. I rolled the windows down and watched out the rearview mirror as she walked over to the gooseneck trailer, her ass perfectly shaped in her Kimes Ranch jeans. I set my hand on top of the steering wheel as I took her in. I’d stolen a look or two growing up with her, but five years did a lot to a person, and she came back looking downright mouthwatering.
She turned around by the trailer and must’ve seen my face in the mirror because she frowned. I shot her a smile and reached for the shifter to put the truck in reverse. I eased my foot off the brake, letting the truck roll back on its own.
As I got closer, I looked back out the mirror to find her standing there, waving me backwards. She motioned to the left, so I turned the wheel, following her direction. Almost immediately after I turned the wheel, she changed her hands to point right. Spinning the wheel slightly, the truck’s back end drifted to the right.
And this was when she started being unclear.
She kept waving her hands, the direction looking right but the more I kept right, the more frantic her hands got. Seconds later, she threw her hands out, and I tapped the brake, the truck rolling to a stop. I put it in park and got out, walking along the side to check if it was lined up with the ball. I frowned and turned to her.
“Lettie, I’m like four inches off.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I tried to tell you to go left.”
“Your hands were pointing right.”
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I should get behind the wheel.”
I chuckled, turning around to get back in the truck. I put it in drive, pulling forward a few feet, then shifted it back to reverse and didn’t bother looking out my side mirror. I looked through my center mirror, lining the truck up with the trailer.
I didn’tneedher help, but I did want to spend time with her, despite us going to Montana for a few days alone. She was pretty cute when she got frustrated, and there was no way she wasn’t going to get frustrated trying to line up the trailer. Her mental measurements of distance were shit.
I put the truck back in park after I felt satisfied with where the ball was lined up. Killing the engine, I got out, double checking the position.
She crossed her arms. “I saw that.”
