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Under the scorching sun, Casey toiled, her brow glistening with sweat as she heaved bags of concrete from the delivery truck to the work truck. Each bag was heavy, and her muscles strained under the weight, but she was determined. This ranch was a labor of love, and she was eager to contribute in any way she could.
I stood on the porch, watching her intently, my admiration evident as I observed her dedication and strength. The men who had delivered the concrete called my name, trying to get my attention to sign some papers. I was so entranced by Casey's tenacity that I had to be reminded twice before I snapped out of my reverie and approached the paperwork.
With a focused mind, I signed the necessary documents, all the while glancing back at Casey, who was working diligently, her determination shining brightly even in the relentless heat. The ranch was taking shape, and Casey's unwavering commitment was a vital part of the dream we were working together to achieve.
I thought back to last night and her sweet, naked body moving around me. I started to get hard. I took a few breaths and thought about a fence. A wooden fence. A wooden fence with splinters. I sighed and regained my composure. I had to speak with the concrete guy.
After he left, as we stood in the blazing sun, I explained to Brett and Casey that the concrete they were lugging would be used to reinforce the fence posts around the ranch, making them sturdier. The vision of the ranch was taking shape, and this was another crucial step in bringing it to life.
But as I spoke, my attention kept drifting back to Casey. The way her face lit up with determination, her hair tousled from the effort, and the sweat glistening on her skin—it was all captivating. I found myself staring at her, my thoughts momentarily derailed.
Brett nudged me and waved a hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my reverie. He grinned and said, "Christian, we've got a lot of work to do, man. You can daydream later."
Casey giggled at our exchange, her laughter like a soothing melody in the midst of our toilsome labor. I quickly refocused my attention on the task at hand, determined to contribute my fair share to the hard work that would turn our dreams for the ranch into reality.
CHAPTER 5
Casey: Pressure & Pretence
Casey stood on the porch, wiping sweat from her brow and watching as Brett and I finished moving the heavy bags of concrete. Just as we were catching our breath, the distant rumble of an approaching car caught our attention.
We exchanged glances, both of us feeling a sense of unease. Without wasting a moment, we sprinted over to the porch where Casey was standing. I positioned myself close to her, my protective instincts kicking in.
Casey looked at us with a puzzled expression, concern etched across her features. "What's going on, guys?" she asked.
The nice, black SUV rolled up to the house and stopped. As the dust settled, a tall, elegantly dressed man arose from the backseat and looked at us through dark, black glasses.
Suddenly, Christian grabbed me up and kissed me, hard. It took my breath away and caught me off guard. He seemed to get lost, too, for a moment. He stopped and looked at the man.
“Clay!” Christian smiled. The man walked over and shook Christian’s hand.
“How are you?” Christian asked.
"It's good to see you again. I've been hearing about this ranch of yours. The town seems excited."
Clay nodded.
"That's a lot of pressure."
Christian's smile seemed to fade a bit. "This is my fiancé, Casey." Christian gestured toward me. “Casey, this is Clay Bolten. He’s an investor interested in helping me fix up the ranch.”
“Interested,” Clay emphasized.
My stomach churned with anxiety, and I forced a warm smile, extending my hand to Clay. "Nice to meet you, Clay."
“I’ve known Christian for quite some time.” He gave Christian a knowing look. “I actually wanted to buy this property, but he beat me too it.” He smiled.
“When I found out you wanted to by it, I knew we’d make a great partnership.
“Mhm,” Clay said, chuckling. He raised an eyebrow, and his attention turned to me, his curiosity obvious.
"Did he say fiancée? That's wonderful. How did you two meet?"
“We’ve actually known each other for a long time.” Christian looked at me and smiled. It was a genuine smile, which made me smile. “One day, we just realized this was it.”
I nodded. I reached over and lovingly rubbed Christian’s arm. He reached out and pulled me close to his side.
Clay seemed satisfied with our answers but pressed on, and my nerves heightened. "That's lovely. What do you both admire the most about each other?"
