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the gym.
“All right. Text me when dinner’s over. If you don’t end up spending the night, we should meet up at the Tipsy Cow for a rundown.”
“Spend the night! I’m not going to spend the night with him on the first date!” I couldn’t believe she’d actually said that.
Well, that’s not true. This was Harmony after all.
“Never say never.” She winked before disconnecting the call.
Plopping back down on my bed, I stared up at my ceiling. Tonight was my first step in living . I was meeting a guy who was good-looking, interested, and, from what Harmony had said, really funny. I should have been excited. I should have been looking forward to this new phase in my life, Peter, and all the possibilities that would come with meeting him.
But Peter wasn’t the one on my mind at all. Nope. I was completely consumed with the hope that Trace would be coming in from the fields as I was on my way to the car, and he’d catch a glimpse of me in the red dress I’d be wearing. Instead of wanting to impress Peter, I was wishing on all the stars in Texas that Trace would not only see me, but be affected by what he saw.
So, yep. This was definitely a problem.
Chapter 8
Trace
“If everything’s comin’ your way, you’re in the wrong lane.”
~ Dolly Briggs
“S hit,” I hissed, yanking my hand back as a searing pain shot through me after I’d sliced a small chunk of skin off my thumb.
The harrow had stalled, and I’d been trying to bring it back to life. Drops of blood dripped on the hay beneath my feet. I grabbed the handkerchief I always kept in my back left pocket and wrapped it tightly around my thumb.
My shoulders bunched in frustration.
I’d been working on farm equipment since I could walk and I hadn’t burned or cut myself since my balls had dropped. That was up until the last hour. I figured I should call it a day to avoid serious bodily harm. My mind was not on work, and I didn’t see that changing. Exactly sixty minutes ago, when I’d been driving in from the fields for the day, Cara had left her house in a red dress that advertised as bright as the lights on the Las Vegas Strip that she had the face of an angel and a body made for sin.
I didn’t have to be a psychic to know she was meeting up with some douchebag. One that I was sure her personal matchmakers, Harmony and Destiny, had set her up with. That much I knew. But it was what I didn’t know that was driving me crazy.
Where was she going?
Who was this guy?
Was this the first time she was meeting up with him?
Did she have pepper spray?
Were they meeting in a well-lit and populated area?
It was killing me not to pick up the phone and demand answers from my sister. But what would that do? The last thing I wanted to do was tip my hand. I’d waited this long for the girl of my dreams; sitting on the sidelines of her life for a little bit longer wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would just feel like it.
At least, I didn’t think it would. But damn, when I’d seen her get into her car, I’d wanted to block the driveway and not let her leave. To get out of my truck and tell her that she was the only girl I’d ever loved. To kiss her until she forgot not only that any other men existed, but also that the rest of the world did. It was so bad that my chest had tightened to the point that I’d wondered if I was having a heart attack.
The only thing that had stopped me from making a fool of myself was realizing that, if Cara wanted to date, who was I to stop her? Yes, I wished she were dating me, but because I didn’t meet some mystery criteria, that wasn’t going to happen. And more than anything in this world, I wanted that girl to be happy. Even if her happiness made me miserable.
A low vibration reverberated in my pocket. With my good hand, I pulled my phone out. For a split second, I found myself holding my breath, hoping that it might be Cara. It wasn’t. Lizzy had texted—she was going to be at the bar
“All right. Text me when dinner’s over. If you don’t end up spending the night, we should meet up at the Tipsy Cow for a rundown.”
“Spend the night! I’m not going to spend the night with him on the first date!” I couldn’t believe she’d actually said that.
Well, that’s not true. This was Harmony after all.
“Never say never.” She winked before disconnecting the call.
Plopping back down on my bed, I stared up at my ceiling. Tonight was my first step in living . I was meeting a guy who was good-looking, interested, and, from what Harmony had said, really funny. I should have been excited. I should have been looking forward to this new phase in my life, Peter, and all the possibilities that would come with meeting him.
But Peter wasn’t the one on my mind at all. Nope. I was completely consumed with the hope that Trace would be coming in from the fields as I was on my way to the car, and he’d catch a glimpse of me in the red dress I’d be wearing. Instead of wanting to impress Peter, I was wishing on all the stars in Texas that Trace would not only see me, but be affected by what he saw.
So, yep. This was definitely a problem.
Chapter 8
Trace
“If everything’s comin’ your way, you’re in the wrong lane.”
~ Dolly Briggs
“S hit,” I hissed, yanking my hand back as a searing pain shot through me after I’d sliced a small chunk of skin off my thumb.
The harrow had stalled, and I’d been trying to bring it back to life. Drops of blood dripped on the hay beneath my feet. I grabbed the handkerchief I always kept in my back left pocket and wrapped it tightly around my thumb.
My shoulders bunched in frustration.
I’d been working on farm equipment since I could walk and I hadn’t burned or cut myself since my balls had dropped. That was up until the last hour. I figured I should call it a day to avoid serious bodily harm. My mind was not on work, and I didn’t see that changing. Exactly sixty minutes ago, when I’d been driving in from the fields for the day, Cara had left her house in a red dress that advertised as bright as the lights on the Las Vegas Strip that she had the face of an angel and a body made for sin.
I didn’t have to be a psychic to know she was meeting up with some douchebag. One that I was sure her personal matchmakers, Harmony and Destiny, had set her up with. That much I knew. But it was what I didn’t know that was driving me crazy.
Where was she going?
Who was this guy?
Was this the first time she was meeting up with him?
Did she have pepper spray?
Were they meeting in a well-lit and populated area?
It was killing me not to pick up the phone and demand answers from my sister. But what would that do? The last thing I wanted to do was tip my hand. I’d waited this long for the girl of my dreams; sitting on the sidelines of her life for a little bit longer wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would just feel like it.
At least, I didn’t think it would. But damn, when I’d seen her get into her car, I’d wanted to block the driveway and not let her leave. To get out of my truck and tell her that she was the only girl I’d ever loved. To kiss her until she forgot not only that any other men existed, but also that the rest of the world did. It was so bad that my chest had tightened to the point that I’d wondered if I was having a heart attack.
The only thing that had stopped me from making a fool of myself was realizing that, if Cara wanted to date, who was I to stop her? Yes, I wished she were dating me, but because I didn’t meet some mystery criteria, that wasn’t going to happen. And more than anything in this world, I wanted that girl to be happy. Even if her happiness made me miserable.
A low vibration reverberated in my pocket. With my good hand, I pulled my phone out. For a split second, I found myself holding my breath, hoping that it might be Cara. It wasn’t. Lizzy had texted—she was going to be at the bar
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