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“It’s work guys. You know about the locoweed poisoning the same as I do.” I glanced towards the front door, hoping Weston showed up soon. There was only so long I could skirt around what they were fishing for.
“Exactly, Elena. Cassidy is still available.” Carly shot a sideways glance to Elena before returning to me. “Speaking of, when are the heifers headed back?” she asked.
“Next week, hopefully,” I answered.
“Another excuse for you to visit Mr. Sexy,” Elena said with stars in her eyes, and I shook my head.
“Let it go, girls. Cassidy is not for me.”
“Is that why you’re procrastinating heading to the ranch by chatting with us?” Carly asked, and both girls tilted their heads.
“No. I’m getting picked up, so I’m waiting,” I answered, looking at the two girls whose mouths dropped open.
“He’s coming to pick you up?!” Carly squealed and then spun towards Elena. “How’s my hair?” She ran a hand over her head, smoothing down the fly aways.
“It was one date, Carly,” Elena replied with annoyance as the whistle of a diesel truck hummed into the clinic lot. Carly stuck out her tongue at Elena, then slid her gaze to the front door. A matte black, first gen truck that was not Cassidy’s but Weston’s. Elena let out a low whistle as he looped around and came to an idle with the passenger side facing the front door.
“I haven’t seen that truck before,” Elena muttered, and Carly nodded in agreement.
“Later girls,” I quickly said, grabbing my medical bag, and walked towards the door as the driver’s side opened. Weston had his black felt hat pulled low over his eyes as usual, his features clouded in shadows that made him look rather imposing.
“Who’s that?” Carly breathed out behind me in disappointment.
“I don’t know, some hand probably,” Elena said as I pushed open the door.
Weston made it around the front of his truck as the door clicked shut behind me. His lips twitched upwards into a crooked smile. I tugged open the passenger door before Weston could reach it, tossed my bag inside, and hopped in. He shrugged his shoulders and returned to the other side as I buckled myself in.
We were roaring along the road in comfortable silence, as I admired the exquisite dark leather of the interior of his truck. It smelled fresh and clean, with just a hint of the usual farm scent that I’d grown accustomed to. Organized, just like his home. At least to the outside world, Weston was a very put together man. To me, he was more than that.
“Shouldn’t take us too long, these cows are typically really well-behaved,” Weston said, breaking the silence, and I smiled. Part of me knew he and a couple of the other hands could’ve done this by themselves, yet he’d still wanted me to come.
“Keaton’s becoming impatient?” I asked.
He smiled to himself, turning the radio on for quiet background music I’d never heard before. Old country, grunge style.
“Of course he is. And he told all the others I’d agreed to pull them behind the wheeler, so I’ve been getting pressured all day.” He replied, tipping his hat up with his right hand, leaving his left on the top of the wheel.
“So, it’s going to be an entire family affair. I can just go after we finish with the—”
“Stop that.” He cut me off. “Obviously, this is for you too, Tenley. Everyone has to go sledding at least once in their life.”
I clicked my tongue at him but smiled to myself. He was becoming more bossy, more assertive, and I was finding myself actually happy with it. My phone began vibrating once more in my pocket, repetitively, and I tugged it from my pants to see a name on the screen I hadn’t heard from in over a month.
“Trixie!” I shouted after answering the video call. There she was, bright hazel eyes with the most gorgeous cheekbones and super tan skin staring back at me. She had the largest grin on her face, squealing in glee. “Are you back from your trip?”
“I am! Which means I finally get to talk to my best friend after having no access to my phone for a month, and it was soooo weird!” she answered, pushing her bleached blonde hair behind her ear. This girl and I had grown up together, and despite going to separate colleges, we’d always stayed in touch and spent every summer together that we possibly could.
“I need all the details! Dish!” I squealed back as she furrowed her brows.
“First off, where are you? That does not look like the inside of your little Civic that you need to upgrade, like, yesterday!” She leaned closer to the screen.
“I’m in a truck, headed to a ranch to deworm and check some cattle.”
“That looks like extra fancy, custom colored leather for a simple work truck, Tenley,” she muttered trying to get a better look at my surroundings.
“This ain’t no work truck,” Weston muttered beside me.
She gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth. “I heard a man’s voice!”
