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“I… I do like it,” he says slowly. “But I don’t know if it’s the path I would have chosen for myself if given the option. I work well with it now though, it is what it is.”
It is what it is. That seems to be his motto for life. I wonder if he lets things happen to him because he doesn’t know how to change. Just like I’m stuck in my rut and I don’t know how to get out.
“Wow, that’s…” I gulp loudly and I try to work out what I should say next. I feel like I might want to tell him more about me. “It’s rough. I know my life is different, but my father’s MS,” I watch his face which doesn’t change. Erica clearly told him this part. I guess it means I don’t have to explain more, “means my life is controlled too. Just in a different way.” I sigh loudly, not regretfully because I don’t mind staying for my dad, but still it’s hard because everything has always been on hold. ?
?He needs me to care for him, and I’m all he has left.”
“You’re a good person, I hope you know that.”
“Well, thank you. And I don’t know if it means anything but I think you’re a good person too. You’ve stuck by your family, even when things got tough.”
He looks shocked. “Wow, I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.”
I smile warmly at him, hoping he can see that I truly do mean it. “Well it’s true.”
As we eat I can see Brandon looking at me. At first I think the expression is one of an awe or maybe a little confusion, but then it changes. His face reminds me of how he looked on the night when we first met. When I was up on stage fantasizing about him like an insane person and he was undressing with his eyes. It makes me shiver. It makes me wonder where tonight will lead.
“So, tell me more about yourself Brandon Heath-Smith. I would love to learn everything about you.”
He muses upon this for a moment. “I don’t know what there is to tell really. I’m more of a workaholic than I always told myself I would be, and I… I haven’t ever committed to anything else.”
I wonder if he’s trying to let me know in a subtle way that he’s not in this for the long haul, which is just fine by me. I knew that before I even jumped in on that first night. The sexy stranger who sweeps through the bar while he’s in town on business, isn’t the man who sticks around forever more. He’s just the one for fun.
I grin. “Yeah, I guess I haven’t committed to anything else but work either. I guess it just is what it is.”
As I use his own catch phrase back at him he sees that I get it. We both know what this is and we need to enjoy it while the moment is here. It’ll only be a fleeting one so we need to make it magical while we can.
Chapter 8 – Brandon
“Did you want to take a walk?” Lola asks me sweetly once the conversation is over. “Take a look around the farm? I know it isn’t much, it certainly isn’t what it used to be when I was younger, but it’s still ours. It’s pretty cool. Or I think it is.”
“Sure, that sounds great.” Actually, I think I’d like to see more of her life. Even if this is only a short term thing. Plus, she looks cool in her denim skirt and her vest top. I’m sure if we go outside she’ll put those sexy as hell cowboy boots on as well. My heart rate instantly kicks up a notch as I think about her in that way again. “I think if you’re going to tell me more about your farm, you’ll have to wear a cowgirl hat though. Do you have one?”
She leans behind one of her chairs and she pulls one out, which causes fireworks to explode in my chest. She’s just so damn hot. How did I get so lucky? My luck only intensifies as she slides her gorgeous feet into those cowboy boots.
“Come on. Let’s go.”
As we walk through the door and out into the farm, a chill runs up and down my spine, but I don’t think it’s from the cold at all. I think it’s all to do with this gorgeous red head next to me. She points things out to me, showing me the animals and telling me all about how it used to be, back in the day, which gives me an insight into her childhood as well. I can see that when her parents were fine she had a happy time here, and I think she wants to cling onto that a lot… even if it’s never coming back.
It’s sweet, she’s lovely. I think I might secretly like her a little bit more than I should.
“And what’s this bad boy?” I ask as I pat my hand against some rusty metal that’s in the shed. “This looks like an interesting contraption.”
“You are joking, right?” She giggles disbelievingly at me. “That’s a tractor. There’s no way in hell that you’ve never seen a tractor before.”
I ignore her dig and continue talking. “Do you ride around the farm on this? I imagine that’s a sexy sight.”
“What me on this old thing?” She gives me a curious look. “Are you sure? I’m on it all the time and I will be until we finally can afford to hire some farm hands.”
“Wow.” I slide my eyes closed. “Yeah I can see it now. It’s incredible.”
As I head some clunking I snap my eyes back open to see Lola lifting herself up into the tractor. As she pulls herself upwards I get a glimpse of her red spotted cotton panties. Instantly I’m hard. This girl is like no one I’ve ever spent time with before. Usually the women I hang out with are prissy, only wanting to do things where others can see them to prove that they’re doing something exciting. If I was hanging out with a girl from the city, probably a hundred pictures would have made their way onto social media already. Their clothes would be perfect and no hair out of place. Perfect make up. Any pantie viewing would be completely on purpose… but Lola isn’t that way. She’s so carefree and sweet.
Damn, she’s getting right into my head and driving me wild.
“Like this?” She smirks at me while grabbing onto a steering wheel type device. Her hip pops out and she looks amazing. “Is this how you imagine it?”
“Mmm, yeah that looks good. Just like a fantasy girl.”
