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Would I wear these cowboy boots for Torin O'Grady?
Yee fucking haw.
“Who sent you cowboy boots?” Austin lifts one of the boots out of the box and holds it up. “Pink cowboy boots?”
I laugh, and I can feel I'm blushing. The boots aren’t just pink. They are hot pink. With white trim.
“A guy I’m…talking to.”
“A cowboy I’m guessing?” Austin asks. “He knows you’re more in farm country here than rodeo country, right?”
I laugh. “I’m not sure he cares. He kind of does what he wants.”
I'm actually delighted by this gift. I'm shocked by that, but definitely delighted. I’m sure Torin doesn’t care if Sapphire Falls is farmer or cowboy country. He has a ranch. He likes cowboy boots.
“Wow,” Austin says, leaning in, watching my face. “You really like this guy.”
I do. He’s charming, and sexy, and funny.
And he makes me feel charming and sexy and funny.
That’s huge.
“Yeah. I do.”
“Well, you might have to wear those out later,” Austin says, putting the boot down. “Not sure anyone will believe me that you have pink cowboy boots.”
I laugh. “We’ll see. Right now, these are more practical for what I have planned today.” I tap the heels of my green rubber boots together.
Austin nods and pushes off the table. “Same. I’ll see you later.”
He leaves and I tell myself to get back to work. But I can’t stop looking at the boots.
It only takes me one minute to decide to call my sisters.
“Good morning,” Charlie greets.
I hear goats bleating in the background. “Are you at the animal park?”
She laughs. “Yep. The petting zoo, actually. We have a kids’ event coming up this weekend.” Charlie is in charge of all the marketing and PR for the animal park where Griffin is one of the veterinarians.
“I don’t supposed Ami is around too?” I ask, running my finger over the white trim on the boots.
“Uh, I haven’t seen her yet this morning,” Charlie says. “Why?”
“I…”
Charlie and Ami are both madly in love, but we’ve never really talked about guys before. Mostly because I wasn't interested. In high school, the boys were way too immature for me. In college, the guys I was in class with, who I could talk to about interesting topics, were older and a lot of them saw me as a kid. And even if they didn’t, I wanted to talk to them. Not kiss them.
The one guy I slept with was my attempt to do something normal. To do what the girls around me were doing. I was hoping I’d understand the hype once I’d done it.
I didn’t really.
Now I do have a guy I want to talk about, though, and these are the only two women I can be that open with. I have some female cousins and lots of female cousins-in-law, and I like them all. But I can’t talk to them about this.
However, I have two sisters. Two nosy, outgoing, in-love sisters who would not only be ecstatic that I have a crush, but thrilled they can actually give me advice.
“I met someone,” I say. “A guy.” I don’t know why I feel the need to clarify that, but I want her to understand that I’m calling for boy talk.
