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“Well no, but I talked to her several times and she seemed sweet. Just be nice. She’s going through something.”
“Wonderful. Make sure she knows I don’t have fancy coffee and breakfast is at six thirty a.m. My place isn’t anything like yours ,Ms. Mel.”
She was probably expecting cappuccinos and food on demand. All of which Mel offered to cater to out of towners who rented out her rooms. I wasn’t doing that shit.
“Stop complaining and get to the train station. I’ll fix things on her end.”
“I didn’t agree…”
“Yes you did, now hurry, and Wilde? Be nice.”
She ended the call before I could argue anymore and I made a left instead of right onto the main road to head into town.
One week with a stranger.
“Got damn you, Ms. Mel,” I mumbled.
ChapterTwo
“Are you there yet?”
“I am. Just stepped off the train.”
“Is it terrible?”
I cracked a smile and rolled my eyes at the same time. My sister was a city girl for life. The idea of me wanting to do a two-day train ride only to end up in a small country town to spend Christmas alone had her completely thrown off.
“I can’t answer that just yet. I’m standing on the platform waiting for them to get my luggage off the car. I haven’t seen anything.”
“Then, it’s terrible, Shore. If there wasn’t an entire vibe the second you stepped off the train, then you just wasted a bunch of money to be depressed for Christmas.”
It actually was a vibe. A rustic, small town vibe but not old. The amenities were new and slightly modern but with a southern country feel. There were lifted wreaths hanging in various spots and the old, wood-textured building which served as the station was garlanded with bright red velvet bows woven everywhere. I could smell something smoky and flavorful that I was pretty sure was chestnuts blended with something sweet, possibly cinnamon. It was all very nostalgic.
“You’re so damn dramatic. I’ll text you when I get to my room.”
“No, FaceTime me. I need to see what it looks like. I picture thick ass drapes with sunflowers. Mismatched quilted bedding and furniture hand-carved from wood. Not the kind you buy from a small furniture boutique and mark up a couple grand because it’s antique and hand-crafted. I’m talking about the kind made from timber chopped in a barn then whittled into a poor excuse of a table or bed frame with a hunting knife.”
I barked a laugh and glanced around to make sure no one was watching me. “The place is nice. I sent you pictures, remember? None of those things applied. Just because it’s a small town doesn’t mean it’s antiquated.
“It’s not just a small town, Shore. It’s a small asscountrytown, in the middle of nowhere. They have cowboys. The ones who wear leather chaps, Stetson hats, cowboy boots, ride horses, and raise cattle.” She paused. “Well, that part might actually be a positive to this stupid ass self-discovery thing you’re on. Cowboys are sexy as hell and I bet they can fu…”
“Summer, I have to go. They’re pulling my luggage off now.”
I didn’t want to hear my sister verbally detailing her fantasies about having sex with a cowboy. I didn’t want to think about sexat all. I missed sex. Sex was about the only thing I missed after my last relationship ended.
“Don’t forget to FaceTime me when you get there, Shore. I mean it.”
“Mmhm,” I hummed before ending the call. Seconds later a text popped up.
I will catch a flight. Don’t play with me Shore.
Not to this small ass country town you won’t. I’ll play all day.
You’re so damn annoying. Be safe.
I smiled.
I will. Love you too, sis.
