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“Well, I like that it makes money, but I don’t do any of that farm work. That’s not my thing.”
That was an immediate red flag. I didn’t say a word, pursing my lips as I made my way inside.
“Well, maybe you can come out with me to the farm, and we can try it together,” I offered.
“No thanks. I don’t like getting myself dirty,” I said.
I couldn’t do this. There was no way in hell I could date someone like this.
We went inside and sat at one of the tables, and the whole time Abby talked about everything but things that genuinely interested me.
It was all parties this and meetings that, and she talked about some hot guys she boned at a premier party. I tried getting any sort of word in but was shut down.
“I mean, there’s some cool barn dances here. We could go to one of those and—”
“Eww, no. I’m not doing any of that. The fact that we’re even sitting here is so gross,” she replied, wiping her hands on her lap.
I looked at Abby, wondering if my father had told her anything about me. From the way she acted, I presumed not.
She was . . . the exact opposite of the type of woman I wanted in life. A princess who didn’t even want to get dirty? Please, that was the last type of woman I desired.
But I had to keep it quiet. I didn’t . . . want drama. So, I sat there at dinner, listening to Abby prattle on about everything, only to discover that . . . my thoughts weren’t on her at all.
They were on Tina.
Abby tapped me on the shoulder, looking at me. “Hey, have you been listening?”
“Want the honest response? No, I haven’t been. I’ve been . . . thinking about things.”
“What kinds of things?”
“Just the farm. I’ve been putting together some new pastures for the horses. And I plan to expand upon the cows and—”
“Oh, that stuff. Daddy told me that you’d give up the farm if you came with me. Wouldn’t you want to give that up?”
I looked at her, my eyes practically boggling out of their sockets.
What the hell? Did my dad really say that?
“Well, that’s not happening. I’m sorry, but the farm is my life. And I love it too much,” I said.
She scoffed. “I knew you’d be boring, but my daddy said that if I went on a date with you, I’d get a chance to marry into your family, and he said you guys were rich.”
I mean, we were rich, and I didn’t know what to say.
“I appreciate the thought, but I’m not interested in that.”
“Why not?”
Wasn’t it obvious? She was nothing more than a bitch! A stupid little asshole who only cared about herself. But I couldn’t say that out loud. The way she stared off into space and the boredom evident on her face told me everything.
She hated this, and she hated me as well.
There wasn’t anything I could do about that, though. I was . . . doing my best, trying to keep it together, and trying to make things at least partially tolerable for everyone involved. And it was clear that Abby had no intention of wanting the same things that I did.
“Abby, my goal is to have this ranch. I want to continue to do this,” I said.
“So you’re telling me that if you wanted me to stay, I’d have to live in this shithole, right?”
