Page 101 of Fool for You
Me
Committees need names?
Hawkins
Not that I know of. You’ve been with Compton. We wanted to see if our schedules match. Sam and I are partnered up for the next month or two.
Sam
Unfortunately.
Hawkins
Fuck you.
I listed the cities Quinn and I would be at over the next few weeks and shot them off to the group. August was jam-packed, probably more so than July was, and I honestly couldn’t wait for the break in September when it was just Quinn and me. She’d be training more for the NFR since she was well on her way there, and I would watch in wonder and then make sure she knew just how wonderful she was.
“You said Quinn was packing?” Abi asked right as I shoved my phone back into my pocket, reaching for my gloves and pitchfork.
“Yeah, we leave next weekend. We’ll be gone for a stretch this time.”
“Is any of this helping you in the announcer field?”
I shrugged. “Not really, but you know that’s not the reason for it.”
“I know I just…” She paused and pushed herself off the gate, hitting the ground with a thud. “Wanted to ask.”
“Don’t want me on payroll anymore, huh?” I teased.
“How many times do I have to tell you I love you being here? It’s refreshing to see you like this.”
I narrowed my gaze at her. “Like what?”
“Happy,” she said, her eyes hardening on mine. “Like yourself again.”
“Happy,” I parroted with a huff. “It was always going to be with her, the second she walked back into my life.” I caught my sister’s gaze and gave her a smirk. “Told you I wouldn’t mess this up.”
She raised a brow. “I can see you and Quinn traveling together, you know. You announcing, her racing—all the way to the NFR. She’s good for you.”
She’s the best damn thing that ever happened to me.
“I love her.” My voice broke as I whispered the words. It wasn’t like telling Cash and Lach I was feeling more—this was Abi. My sister, who knew everything there was to know about me and then some. And the look in her eye, the gleam that hid there, told me she already knew.
Abi’s lips formed a small smile. “Never thought I’d hear you say that. But I’m glad it’s her. You two took a hot minute, but you’re perfect for each other.”
“Wyatt!” Lachlan’s voice echoed through the stables, his stern owner's voice front and center, until it changed. “Abi?”
“He says my name like it's sour and yours all soft and sweet.” I gestured to the hall opening, keeping my voice low so only Abi would hear.
“He’s still making up for the ‘put your big girl pants on’ comment.”
“That was over a year ago.”
“Exactly. I’m holding a grudge.” She spun on her heel. “We’re here, Lach,” she called.
Lachlan rounded the corner. “The architect is here; this is your meeting, Wyatt, so…let’s go.”
I dropped the pitchfork and glanced at the disgusting stall, then at the gelding. “Don’t make a mess while I’m gone.” I rubbed my palms together and turned to Abi. “Let’s go.” I parroted, basically jumping out of the stall, grabbing Abi by the shoulders to push her out of the stables with me.
