Page 5 of Silver Treasure
However, I saw Travis Denton shaking his head at me.
“What day?” Those piercing blue eyes definitely had a way of seeing straight down into my marrow.
“The auction takes place this coming Thursday.” Since today was Monday, I had hoped that I had given Mr. Denton enough time.
“I just happen to be going to that auction as well. Can you be at my place at seven that morning? You can just ride with me.” Had I heard him correctly?
I stood there frozen, I had already prepared an answer for when he turned me down and told me that he didn’t have a stall.
Yet when nothing more came to my mind to reply I watched as Mr. Denton went to move past me until I heard him whisper, “Guess that was my payback. It’s not every day that someone can make me speechless. See you at seven.” That little statement caused the little hairs on the back of my neck to rise and stand on end.
And with that, he was off and to the register to pay for his new mineral blocks.
By the time even the simplest words for thank you were finally ready for me to tell him, he was already out of the store and in his truck backing out of the parking spot onto main street.
As I made my way back up to the counter where the registers were held, I felt as if I were on cloud nine.
“Dang, that man sets fires wherever he goes. Tell me, why is it he only talks to you when he comes in here?” Morgan, the other part-timer, said to me.
I stood there questioning her in my mind. Was that the truth? Did he really only ever converse with me and no one else? He was much too old for me. However, the boys in my generation needed to grow up and stop being complete asshats.
Given that little bit of information, I couldn’t wipe the smile that was on my face for the rest of my shift.
Several of the customers had even asked me why all of a sudden, I was all smiles when most of the time I was nothing but gloomy. My only reply was to say, ‘Just because.’ To be honest those two words couldn’t even contain the excitement I was feeling.
The next day I was sitting at my desk at the accounting firm chewing my nails.
Any time whenever you really wanted something, time seemed to slow by to a crawl. For the umpteenth time, I stared at the time on my computer willing it to speed by. However, I was dreading my annual review that would be here before I knew it. I had been an accountant with Lewis and Michener for the past three years. It wasn’t the greatest of pay to some, but it took care of my bills and even allowed for me to sock some money away for a rainy-day fund.
Since it was Tuesday, and I didn’t have to work at the Supply store I was going to go ahead and get everything that Stormy would need.
It wouldn’t make for a good horse owner to buy the horse then have to buy everything else. You didn’t bring a baby into the world in that manner.
Wednesday passed by in a blur and before I knew it, I was laying my head on my pillow with dreams of all of the adventures that Stormy and myself were going to explore on that Thursday night.
That morning I awoke before my alarm and for once in a really long time, I didn’t dread having to get out of bed.
Today was going to be great. Nothing was going to affect my mood. Nothing was going to bring my joy down. For today I was going to buy Stormy and give her a forever person and one day, I would be giving Stormy her forever home.
I dressed in a t-shirt and my comfiest jeans and boots. I braided my long red hair and brought the braid over my shoulder.
Since I was seeing a certain man, I even slipped on a little lip gloss and put my only pair of diamond-studded earrings into my lobes that had been the last present my parents had ever bought for me.
With a quick glance in the mirror in my entryway, I grabbed my bag, my tumbler, and a brown paper bag.
With all of that, I was off. However, I paused when I noticed the time, then said what the heck, it was more than likely that Mr. Denton would be up by five am if I knew anything about the man.
Chapter 3
Travis
It wasn’t that I hated company, no it was quite the opposite in fact, however, I hated being late for something and that seemed to be common with most people that weren’t raised in my generation.
If you were told to be somewhere, then you show up fifteen minutes early. That meant that you were on time.
Hence why I awoke every morning at five am and was in bed every night by nine pm. I always started my day off planning to make my engagements no matter what.
Lord forbid if you show up five minutes early, you are late, and the train will leave without you.
