Page 61 of Spur of the Moment
“I may be a little drunk,” she said, doing her best to hide her slur but doing a bad job at it.
I rubbed the tip of my nose against hers. “I know. Which is why I want you to know I’ve liked you since the day I laid eyes on you when we were little.”
Her eyes met mine, a small gasp passing her lips. “Even after I landed in a bucket of huckleberries?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips. “Evenmoreafter that. Blue ass or not, you’re beautiful, Lettie Bronson.” Our hips swayed in time to the music, our bodies touching in places I’d always dreamed of.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
She closed her eyes, laying her head on my chest as we danced in our little bubble. I brought my hand up to stroke her hair.
“I’m so grateful you came back,” I whispered.
I didn’t think she’d heard me over the music, but a few minutes later, she mumbled, “Me too.”
32
Lettie
Ihanded Lennon the rescue’s credit card after he rang up the supplies Brandy and I came into town to grab.
“How’s the barn coming along?” Lennon asked as he waited for the receipt to print.
“We’re making good progress. If we keep at it, it’ll for sure be done by the first snow,” I replied.
“Thank goodness, because we’ve got some old ones that will need the shelter once the temperatures drop,” Brandy said.
“Good to hear. I’m glad Bailey’s helping you out with it. I don’t know what Dad was thinking putting you on it alone.”
“I think he knew Bailey would step in,”Brandy admitted.
My eyebrows pulled together. “How would he know that?”
She frowned. “Please. That guy is so gone for you, he’d tie your damn shoes if you didn’t wear boots allthe time.”
Lennon held the card and receipt out to me, and I grabbed it with a little too much force. Brandy didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Thanks for loading the truck, Len.”
“Anytime, Lettie. You two drive safe.”
“Will do,” I said, turning for the door. Brandy walked around the front of the truck, getting in the passenger side as I got in the driver's seat.
“We have to get diesel and then we can head back,” I said to her, noticing the gauge was almost on empty.
“Alright. We can hit the pumps that are right on the edge of town.”
I headed in that direction, driving through the main strip where privately owned shops lined the street. Fully bloomed flowers sat in window boxes that framed some of the windows, and most of their doors were propped open to let in the cool air. A few people walked along the sidewalks, window shopping as they strolled.
With the rapidly cooling temperatures, I had a feeling winter would come early this year. I hoped it wasn’t too brutal. A drastic change in temperature could cause horses to colic, and while we were still getting meat on their bones, it could be fatal.
I pulled up to the diesel pump, hopping out of the truck to fill the tank. Brandy stayed in the truck with the windows rolled down, scrolling on her phone.
Was it that obvious to everyone that Bailey was into me? I didn’t think they suspected we had done anything as more thanfriends, but Brandy made it seem like the way he looked at me was clear as day.
Images of him helping me into the house the other night after the bar flashed through my mind. The way his hands felt unzipping my dress, helping me into his t-shirt he gave me on our trip.
Callan had taken Brandy home before we left, so Bailey, Reed, Lennon, Beck, and I rode in the other vehicle. Bailey had dropped Lennon off at his house right outside of town, then swung by the motel to unload Beck. Reed hopped out of the truck after we entered the property, walking the rest of the way to his place.
