Page 66 of Spur of the Moment
His tongue slipped past my lips as he brought one hand down the side of my body to fist my shirt at my waist.
“Fuck, Bailey, you make it so hard not to ride you in this damn barn right now,” I mumbled against hismouth.
He smiled into our kiss before pulling back an inch. “What’s stopping you?”
“Only the fact that it’d be so obvious to anyone who saw us come in here.”
He shrugged like that wasn’t a big deal. To him, it probably wasn’t.
He licked his lips, my eyes following his tongue as it trailed along his slightly swollen lower lip. He reached up to the bill of his hat, pulling it off to run his hand through his hair before fixing it back in place, still backwards,thank God.
“Come to my place tonight,” he said.
I was at a loss for words for a moment, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Like...” I cleared my throat. “Like a date?”
He nodded. “Like a date.”
“Do I need to dress up?”
“Wear whatever you’re comfortable in. I honestly wouldn’t mind if you wore nothing at all.”
I shoved at his shoulder playfully, hard enough to make him take a step back. He grabbed my chin, tilting my head up to him. “My house at eight.”
I couldn’t say no to those green eyes, but his mouth was on mine before I could respond. He already knew what my answer would be.
He pulled back again, scanning my eyes for a moment before turning around without another word and heading out of the barn.
I was tired of letting my overthinking get the best of me.
From now on, I’d keep saying yes to Bailey Cooper.
34
Bailey
Exiting the barn, I headed to my ‘85 Chevy K10. It may be old, but there wasn’t a day it wasn’t running. I’d keep daily driving it ‘till its last leg, then probably swap the motor for one with less miles. The truck was my grandpa’s before he passed, so there was no way in hell I’d ever scrap it.
Starting the engine, I drove over to my parents’ house to get a few things for tonight. Shifting the truck into park out front of their house, I got out and made my way up my parents’ porch steps and through their door. I didn’t bother to knock because every time I did, my mom gave me guff about it.
I found my mom in the small office they’d added onto the house a few years ago. She raised an eyebrow, skepticism shining in the look on her face when she saw me. “Home in the middle of the day?”
“Yeah, got everything pretty much done for the day at the Bronsons’. Where’s Dad?” I asked.
She heaved a sigh. “Outside stress working.”
Taking a seat on the recliner in the corner of the room, I leaned back. “What’s to stress about?”
The corners of her mouth tilted down the slightest bit. “What’snotto stress about?”
I didn’t miss the concern shadowing her features. I leaned forward in the seat. “Mom? What’s wrong?”
She looked down at the paperwork in front of her, picking one up and handing it to me. “I’m afraid we may lose the ranch.”
Complete shock froze me in my place, my hands unable to move to grab the paper she held out. “What do you mean we may lose the ranch?”
She set her hand down, leaving the paper on the edge of the desk. “We’re not bringing in enough money to make ends meet. We’re running out of savings to pull from, and we can’t keep living off dipping into our money set aside for retirement.”
“Why didn’t you guys tell me sooner?”
