AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Oh, that’s right. I think my dad mentioned that’s where you’re family relocated to. So what brought you back here?”
“Your family didn’t tell you?” He quirks a brow, clearly surprised by this news.
“Well, my dad did say you were in need of a job. That was about the extent of our conversation.”
“That pretty much covers it.” He brushes the topic off, but I can tell there’s more he was considering telling me. “So what about you? Decide you needed a break from the bright lights of the big city?”
“Pretty much covers it.” I give him the same vague answer he gave me.
“Makes sense.”
“What does?”
“Why someone like you would run away the first chance you got.”
“I didn’t run away. I left,” I correct him. “And what do you mean someone like me?”
“I meant no insult,” he quickly clarifies. “I just mean, you don’t really seem to fit here.”
“How so?” I question.
“You seem very...” he pauses. “How do I put this? You’re much more polished than I expected.”
“Polished?” I question.
“Put together. Prim and proper. However you would phrase it.”
“I’m not sure if I should say thank you or be offended,” I answer truthfully.
“It’s not anything to be offended by. I just pictured something different when I thought about you is all.”
“You thought about me?” I question without meaning to.
“Well, we did know each other as kids. And your brothers talk about you constantly. I guess I had a vision in my head of who you’d be and you’re nothing like that person.”
“God, if you were listening to my brothers then lord only knows what you were picturing.” I cringe thinking about what they may or may not have told him.
“Actually, every single one of them described you the same way. Sweet. Driven. Down to Earth. I had a vision of this innocent country girl in my head.”
“Iaman innocent country girl.”
“Yeah, and I’m a good ole country boy,” he says sarcastically.
He’s about the exact opposite of every ranch worker I’ve ever known. There isn’t a country thing about him. Well, not really.
“Then how would you describe me?” I ask, not sure why I care what he thinks.
Then again, I know deep down that’s a lie. I do care what he thinks. Probably a hell of a lot more than I should. I’ve been around this man for less than a day and he’s already got me. There’s just something about him. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
Not that I’m foolish enough to believe the attraction I feel toward him is something I could ever actually act on. For starters, my father would likely not approve. I may not know the full story about how Thad landed here, but I’d say it was more than just him needing a job. And two, I’m only back for a few weeks. Enough time to reset, reboot, and figure out my next plan of attack. I’m not giving up on my dream. If anything I’m more determined than ever. Now is not the time to get myself mixed up with anyone, let alone someone who works for my father.
“Honestly?” Thad questions, pulling me back to the conversation.
“No, lie to me,” I dead pan.
“You’re quite the handful, aren’t you?” He smirks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I smart back, not able to stop myself.
