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Maybe we could hook up to get it out of my system and it wouldn’t be a big deal? If I could keep Warren from finding out, that is. I have no doubt he’d have my ass on the floor if he knew I was fantasizing about his sister. Worse if I was fucking her. Not that I couldn’t take him. He’s strong, but I’m taller.
Then there’s the issue of making sure she knows I don’t want a serious relationship. Or any sort of relationship for that matter. It’s never bothered me before to know that I need to be upfront with girls about not dating before we hook up. But for some reason now, it twists my stomach.
No way would I be able to taste her just once. I just know it. Everything about her is addictive. And everything about this predicament screams complicated. I’m already thinking about when I could get her alone again, and we’ve barely even touched. The best thing to do would be to stay friends. Don’t cross that line.
I just don’t know if I’m capable of that when it comes to her. I’ve never wanted someone so badly like this before.
Warren: I’m not a pussy
Tripp: If the boot fits.
I chuckle and shake my head. I’m used to it now, but these guys used to drive me up the wall. It’s crazy to think that now I consider them my best friends. We trust and respect each other and I know firsthand how rare that is.
Warren: Fine. I’ll pick up the keg.
Tripp: Yeehaw bitches
Me: Just have your asses to the barn by six tomorrow morning.
Heston: Y’all are annoying as fuck
* * *
I walk out the side door in the kitchen to the grill and throw the steak burgers on. They sizzle and I push up the brim of my hat to lean over the charcoal to give it a stir. Somehow I always end up as the designated griller, but I don’t mind.
It’s peaceful out here. I like being able to look across the land and watch the sunset. It’s not the only reason I moved down here, but the beauty of the wide open country on a night like this is my favorite thing in the world. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
It’s not full-on winter around here yet. It stays pretty mild in the South, and we’ve been lucky to avoid any cold temperatures so far. Calving season is coming up in a week and I know I’ll be thankful the first batch of calves won’t be freezing their ears off.
I make my way to the battered old rocking chair on the patio. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but it’s got character and I like that about it. It creaks as I lean back, in unison with the sound of the door behind me opening and closing.
“Beer?”
Blythe.
I clear my throat and look up at her standing next to me. “Thanks.”
I grab it by the neck of the bottle to avoid her hand.
I was hoping that having people over tonight would help me avoid her but apparently, that’s not the case. It’s not that I don’t want to be around her. It’s that I want to be around her too much.
She looks over at the grill and bites her bottom lip. Fucking adorable.
“You look hungry,” I instantly close my eyes and regret that sentence. Real smooth.
“Guilty,” she laughs.
I down a few gulps of my beer and stand. “Sorry, all the other chairs are out back around the bonfire from last weekend.
“Oh, I’m fine. I’m used to standing,” she waves me off like it’s no big deal.
“Right. You’re a doctor.”
“Kind of. I just graduated.”
“You always wanted to be a doctor?” I don’t know why I think to ask such a personal question, but her answer surprises me.
She shrugs. Her hands are buried into the sleeves of her hoodie as she looks out to the sunset. “I like it. I’m good at it,” she sighs. “I never really considered doing anything else with my life.”
