Lifting my cowboy hat from my head, I tip it towards the camera. “Just wanted to tip my hat to you all. It was an awesome night full of a lot of fun. It was great to meet so many of you. And, because I know what you’re all waiting for, I’ve got a little peek of the shenanigans we got up to…”
I wink at the camera before the video cuts to clips of the auction.
Smutty_Girl:
Save the horses, ride this man
Mountains.Of.Books. &.Travel:
I'd like this one in asize large please
AJKnowsProse:
If I lick it, can I keep it? Asking for a friend…
LoveXPieInfinity:
I can't seem to find the add to cart button
FiretoFire831Station9:
Get this shit off my feed. Disgraceful.
Chapter 40
Wyatt
“Whatareyoudoingup so early on this magnificent October day?” I call across the yard, at Bryn stepping out of her place and closing the door.
Instead of continuing my path to knock on Ruby’s door, I wander slowly towards Bryn, who looks radiant in a pair of black leggings and a forest green sweater I wish was a few inches shorter so I could catch a glimpse at her shapely ass.
“Gran and I are going out for the day,” she says, the already bright smile widening at the mention of Ruby. “Sorry, stud. No one to have coffee with today.”
Tilting my head to the side, I frown, eyebrows pulling together. “Wait. It’s the tenth, isn’t it?”
Four days after the auction. Three days since I saw her.
Bryn mimics me, cocking her head in the opposite direction. “Yeah, why? And why are you here so early?”
Scratching my head, for once not wearing any hat because I don’t want it to blow off later, my frown deepens. “Today is Ruby-Wyatt date day.”
“You’re mistaken,” she says with a huff of amusement. “It can’t be today.”
Now that Bryn has stopped in front of me, I realize she’s carrying a backpack over her shoulder. And the jacket in her hands looks made for a Montana winter day rather than a NorthernCalifornia fall one.
“We’re going whale watching,” I tell her, watching as her eyes blow wide open, her mouth dropping.
“Oh, she is unbelievable,” Bryn says, throwing her arms up in the air. “She orchestrated some kind of group date and didn’t tell either of us?”
Brushing past me, she marches towards the house. I’m hot on her heels, but we pull up short when we see an envelope taped to the windowpane of the screen door. It has both our names written on it in Ruby’s elegant script, and Bryn lets out a frustrated cry before snatching it from the glass.
“Watch—she’s not coming. What do you want to bet?” Bryn grumbles, pulling the contents out. There are two tickets inside, and a letter, and Bryn unfolds the latter to scan it. “See! Told you.”
I’m not certain if Bryn is upset that Ruby isn’t coming or because she has to spend the day alone with me, but I take the letter as she half turns towards me, waving it in my direction. With her hands empty, she yanks on the screen door, stumbling backward when it doesn’t open. I catch her by the backpack before she can hit the ground, and haul her back up to her feet, crumpling the piece of paper in my efforts.
“She locked the door!” she huffs, then tries again. To prove to herself or to show me is anyone’s guess. Maybe both.
My eyes drift over the letter.
