Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Hey, Amos.” Clay meets me at the front truck, hand out, ready to shake. I offer him mine, my other hand settling on Genny’s lower back.
“Hey, Clay. This is Genevieve. How ya been?”
“Nice to meet you, Genevieve.” They shake hands. She’s quick to pull back and settle closer to my side. Son of a bitch. I should have asked how to play this out instead of thrusting her into the fold without a care in the world. I’m a fucking dickhead. The next time we’re alone, I’ll apologize and take care to let her know that won’t happen again.
“Been doing good. Ready to see this herd off. The others are about out of here, too. Thinking about heading to Colorado. There are a few horse farms up there I wouldn’t mind getting to see in action.”
“I remember you talking about heading out of Texas,” I reply. Genny pats her hand on my abdomen to get my attention.
“I’m going to walk around while you two talk shop, is that okay?” She looks up at me with uncertainty. Not exactly sure what that’s about, but I’m pretty sure it has to do with Clay and her only just meeting him.
“That’s fine, sweetheart.” I brush my lips long her forehead before looking back at Clay. “You good with that?”
“Yeah, none of the fencing is hot. The alpacas might spit on you, but other than that, all of the animals should be friendly,” he offers. Genevieve doesn’t respond, only nods and then heads back the direction we came in. I turn my back on Clay, watching her the entire time.
“That’s new,” he states more than asks.
“Sienna’s best friend. Been brewing for a while. I’m pretty sure my sister schemed Genevieve into riding along with me. You won’t see me complaining.” Clay places his forearms on the hood of the truck. I prop myself up and keep an eye on Genny.
“I wouldn’t be either. She’s real pretty.” My gaze whips to his, jaw clenching. “Hey, not touching. She’s yours, and it’s obvious your hers. I’m pretty sure I interrupted a silent conversation with my presence alone. Happy for you, man. Seems like everyone is settling down, and if a workaholic like yourself can find a little lady, maybe I can, too.”
“You should do it. Nothing tying you to Texas?” I ask.
“Not a thing. Got animals, but there are plenty of people who want them. Thinking about selling this place, trade the trailer in for a fifth wheel camper, and hitting the road.” Clay isn’t usually this talkative. Apparently, he’s got a lot to say today, and I’ve got not one single problem listening.
“You should go for it, Clay. If you ever find yourself in Wyoming, you’ll always have a place to stay for however long you want.” It’s the truth. Trey or I, we’d open it up for Clay without a second thought.
“Appreciate it. You ready to load these animals up?” Clay gives me the perfect opportunity to ask my favor.
“Actually, Genevieve fell in love with your downtown area. Think you can keep them for another night, allow me to leave the trailer and we’ll be back first thing in the morning? I’ll add another couple of hundred dollars onto what I owe you.” Clay would be doing me a solid, he and I both know it.
“Keep your damn money. I’ve made enough off you and Trey that it should be damn criminal. Give me a call or shoot me a text when you’re heading this way. I’ll have them loaded up for you. That way, you can get the hell out of here and head home.” I wasn’t expecting that. Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same thing if roles were reversed.
“Damn thankful. Got one more question. Best place to stay that will overlook tonight’s festivities?” The banner above the street stated they have nightly street festivals.
“My aunt owns one of the bed and breakfast places down there. I’ll give her a call. It’ll cost you to have a balcony, but usually, those aren’t booked out like the other rooms. Though, I’d much rather watch from above than be in the thick of it. Smart thinking.” Clay bangs his knuckles on the hood and pushes himself off. “Give me a few minutes to make the call. You can go ahead and unhook your trailer. I know my aunt well enough she’ll shuffle people around if need be, for her favorite nephew.”
“Damn, you don’t have to go to all that trouble. I appreciate it all the same.”
“Not a problem. Might take you up on that offer to come to Wyoming after I hit Colorado,” he says, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“Whenever. We’ll be there.” While Clay is on the phone, I disconnect the trailer, and when I’m done, I’ll find Genevieve to give her the good news. Fuck, another night with her wrapped in my arms, this time without clothes. We’re going to take full advantage of our time together. Tomorrow is going to be torture for her. I’m going to be dog fucking tired by the time we make it back to the ranch, off-load the herd, grab a shower, and make it to bed.