The nonnas adore him. So much so, they both insist he calls them Nonna.
My grandpas like him a lot because he’s a man’s man.They’re thrilled to play the role of rugged cowboys when they come down with the nonnas to visit.
It’s only when the grandpas went back to New York after their fifth trip down here with stories of an unforgettable week in Summerville that my brothers started singing a different tune.
They were the last bastions to conquer the Callahan clan.
Turning my back on my family for the man I love would’ve killed me. I’m lucky I don’t have to choose.
Today has an added significance.
Since we’ve been living together, Rhett has been juggling numerous amazing––and lucrative––photography gigs. He still works at the ranch when he’s in town. He loves the job, and his bosses don’t want to lose him. Some weeks, it’s like we’re boats sailing past one another, never docking at the same port for longer than a few minutes.
He got back from a weeklong photo shoot in Arizona three days ago, but couldn’t even catch his breath when he got back in town. Jake and Hunter have been keeping him busy with afew hardheaded horses that weren’t responding at all to any of the other ranch hands. On top of that, his bosses are on another buying spree for more horses. Rhett has been coming home late and bone tired.
He had an early morning shift today, and he was technically supposed to be home by two o’clock, but he ended up having to cover an extra shift for a colleague who threw his back out.
I arranged my schedule to finish earlier at Happy Belly so we could have an extended weekend, but it was so crazy busy, Miranda requested I stay longer.
By the time we both got home, there was little time left to catch up or chill out. We had to rush to get ready and get out the door to avoid being late.
To kick off my birthday weekend, my man is taking me to the award-winning Redbridge Bourbon Distillery, located near Dallas. Rhett says it’s a magical setting. There are so many incredible spots in Texas. I’m not surprised this is another one I have yet to discover.
The latest string of country music hits blasts in the truck as Emmylou’s tires eat up asphalt. She’s been having a few more mechanical issues than usual lately, but she’s still standing. I guess I should say, gunning down the road.
The sun is shining, it’s hot without it being scorching, and the sky is blue as far as the eye can see.
It’s a perfect day in small town USA.
Since it’s early evening, we’ll be able to catch the sunset with a glass of bourbon in hand.
My man’s gaze weighs heavy on me.
I meet his eyes. “What?”
“I’m checking out my hot girlfriend.”
I beam. “Thanks. I love all my gifts.”
“Glad you do.” He winks.
I smile wide.
He grabs my hand, lifts it to his lips and drops a soft kiss against it, his eyes still on the road. “You’re worth it.”
God, I love him.
He’s everything I could’ve wished for in a man, and then some.
For my birthday, Rhett bought me beautiful jewelry and sexy lingerie along with the incredible dress I’m wearing and my new cowgirl boots. The dress is a pretty off-the-shoulder white-on-white embroidered stunner that hits me mid-calf.
The boots…
God, the boots.
They’re out of this world gorgeous.
He got me a pair of red ones with embroidered flowers. I love, love, love them. He says they’re my early birthday gifts. He promised a few more on Sunday.
