Page 50 of The Auction
His snoring didn’t bother me so much. Yes, when I woke up in the morning or if I had to pee in the middle of the night, I had to start with gentle stretches or movements to alert him to my presence on thebed first.
But I’d gotten used to that, too.
Also, he was super warm. And while the days were warming up, Montana nights could still drop into the forties. I hadn’t even had to wear socks when I was in bed with him! If my toes got cold, I just got them as close to his shins as possible without touching him. He was like my modern day version of a bed warmer.
So of course, I had to leave. Because if I stayed…if I stayed, there was no getting around the inevitable.
Cock feels good, Jules
Maybe there was no getting around it anyway, but I would deal with that down the road.
He looked back over his shoulder at me. “What?”
“So, you were a Navy Seal, right?”
He stared at the neat rows of crops lined up in front of us. “NWSO.”
“You with the letters,” I grumbled, finding a weed that I could pull out. “Did you kill Bin Laden or what?”
He rolled his eyes. “No.”
“But you could have?”
He huffed. “I only served with Seal Team Six on two specific operations and only in a supporting capacity. Not all S.E.A.L.s are STS. Those guys are the most elite unit of our entire force.”
I stopped in my tracks then. “So you’re a slacker then. Bottom of the barrel? Yesterday’s leftovers?”
He grunted. “Something like that.”
“Reason one hundred and seventy-two I don’t want to be married to you. You don’t even rank in the top performers of your former career.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Jules…”
His voice trailed off and I lifted my head to see what had caught his attention.
“Oh,shit!”
A horse moved slowly out from a cluster of trees on the north edge of the property line. About fifty or so yards away.
“That the Talley horse?” he asked me, over his shoulder.
“Yes, Mrs. Talley said it was a chestnut paint. That’s got to be him.”
The brown and white splotched horse bent his head down to feed on the grass. Completely unperturbed by the kerfuffle he’d been responsible for.
“I’ll call her,” I said, pulling my phone out of my overall’s pocket.
Did I mention I kept my phone with me at all times? I did. It felt like having this safety net underneath me at all times.
Need to run away? I could always find an Uber. (Yes, we had Ubers in Montana…they weren’t exactly littering the streets of Riverbend, but there were one or two ambitious teens who did it as a side hustle.)
Need to check the cost of a flight to Seattle? That’s what Expedia was for.
Need to get a sense of the current value of the property? Hello Zillow.
Need to see if you could find any mention of Creed O’Mara anywhere on the internet?
Yeah, no.
