Page 31 of Wild For You
“And yet the answer is still no.”
“Well, unfortunately for you, you can’t drive. Guess that means you’re coming with me.”
“Kelsey,” he growled, and I mimicked him the way he did me inside the restaurant.
“Andrew.”
“God, you’re annoying.” There was no heat behind his words. In fact, I was coming to see comments like that as terms of endearment when they came from him.
“Yes, but you love it.” At least, I hoped he did. I liked being playful with Andrew, not just because his reactions were literally the funniest things I’d ever seen, but every once in a while, he got silly too. I mean, it was rarer than spotting an animal in the wild that was on the endangered species list, but I had witnessed it a few times.
Thankfully, he propped his arm up in the open window of the truck and remained silent the rest of the drive. I was sure he knew where I was taking him. Or at least had an inkling.
The large sign for Sunny Brook Farms came into view as I drove down the winding road. I’d only been there a couple of times, but I remembered how picturesque the farm was. Not just the house, but the entire property.
Knowing this was the place Andrew cared for and now ran had me hesitating on the main road.
“If you don’t want me to turn in, I don’t have to. But I do think you should visit your parents. Plus, I was kind of hoping you would show me where you’re building your house.”
His head spun toward me quickly, and he looked at me with wide eyes, his brows stretching up his forehead. “How’d you know about that?”
“It’s not really a secret that your dad set aside plots of land for each one of y’all. And I saw your blueprints when I was snooping the other day.” I shrugged with a grin.
“He’s not my dad.”
I stared at him, my grin instantly a thing of the past, as I wondered if he had gone insane.
“That manlovesyou, Andrew.”
“We’re not having this conversation,” he murmured, no longer meeting my eyes.
We were, but it could wait.
“Fine. We’ll table it for now,” I agreed, but my tone made it clear I wouldn’t be dropping the subject for good.
“I’d rather have a root canal.”
“I know a great dentist,” I chirped, back to my bubbly persona.
The man sulked in his seat like a child and crossed his arms against his torso.
“So, Andrew Keyes, what’s it going to be?”
I watched his chest rise and fall and wondered what was going on behind those brown eyes of his. The road was deserted, so I had no issue waiting him out, and after what felt like ages, Andrew huffed out a sigh and pointed in the direction of the farm.
“Oh, goodie!” I exclaimed, faking overly ecstatic enthusiasm. “Someone else to deal with your surly attitude for a little while. I’m the luckiest girl in the world!”
“I hate you,” he grumbled, and I couldn’t hold back my laugh.
Soon, we crested the small hill of their driveway, watching as the aesthetic wheat grass gave way to rows and rows of cornfields that had recently been harvested. I knew from Rory that certain fields would receive more corn the next season, and some would be planted with soybeans so the soil wouldn’t tire.
Cows roamed around the reaped fields, consuming the bits left behind from the combines. I recalled a story about one cow having it out for Aspen until Owen came and had a conversation with the hellacious bovine, who Rory said was named Demonic Claire.
Remembering the story, I found myself giggling as the sprawling ranch came into view.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing. Just thinking of Rory telling me about Claire.”
