Fancy’s face drooped. “She hates me? I get I wasn’t her cup of tea … but hate?”
“Hates a strong word. She doesn’t hate you.”
“You just said she did.”
“She doesn’t wish you any ill will. She just doesn’t fuck with you.”
“I will never understand what I did to offend her?”
“It’s complicated.” I wasn’t looking to explain that my sister detested her because she labeled Fancy as a selfish bitch. I tagged her arm. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for last night.”
“We were both drunk. It’s fine. Just a little kissing between friends.”
“Good because I thought I’d get here and you’d be all stage five clingy and profess your love or some shit like that,” I joked.
“You’re a good kisser but you ain’t that good.” She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt. If she had something on underneath, I couldn’t call it. Her purple hair was piled on top of her head with random curls spilling loose from her silk patterned headscarf.
“What do you have planned for the day?”
“Sleep, but knowing my dad, he’ll drag me out there with him to water the horses and cows.”
“Country living, gotta love it.”
She set her hand on her hips. “You know what I miss most?”
“What?”
“The smell.”
My face crumpled and I wrinkled my nose.
“I know it’s crazy but the smell of hay, wet dirt, and shit. Reminds me of home.”
“We might need to get that on a billboard. Hume … hay, dirt, and shit. Ain’t nothing like it.”
“Maybe I’ll write a song about it.”
“I’m sure it would be a number one hit.”
“The keys are on the dash.” She pointed to my truck parked on the side of the house.
“Thanks.” I turned to leave before stopping short. “Hey, what are you doing tonight?”
Her shoulders twitched. “Right now, I’m just kind of going where the wind takes me.”
“Cool, so let’s see where the wind takes us tonight.”
“Okay.” She smiled and it was like the sun rising.
“I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“I’ll make myself pretty for you.”
My dick flexed in my jeans. This was exactly what Dial was concerned about. The subtle tease that kept me dangling on the line until I was out of oxygen.
Figs and Twinewas located on the outskirts of town and occasionally we’d have to head to the main square for supplies. I offered to run errands today because I wanted to avoid Dial who was still giving me the cold shoulder even after our talk in the car. After picking up the office supplies, I made a pit stop at the mayor’s storefront office.
A bell attached to the door chimed, announcing my entrance. “Hi Presley.”
