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her insides again. “Is that so?”
“It is.” She fought to keep her calm. “A local theatre company in Cattle Creek has a production of Beau Jest. Friday night. Don’t tell me you can’t make it because I already bought tickets.” She hadn’t, but he couldn’t know that.
“What if I have other plans?” he asked with a grin.
Oh, no. He wasn’t getting away with that. “Cancel them.” She wanted to ask who with, but she couldn’t.
He stared at her for a few moments, intense energy pulsing between them. “Okay, but only for you. Besides, I’m in the mood for a comedy. They’re always my favorite.”
She tilted her head to the side, watching him with suspicious eyes. “Have you seen Beau Jest?”
His smile grew bigger. “Not telling you anything more. What time are you picking me up?”
She lifted her brows. “I’m driving?”
“This one is all yours, Daisy. Whatever we’re doing is all up to you. I’m just coming along for the ride.”
“Hmm…okay.” She liked the sound of that. “I’ll be at your house at five. You’d better be ready.”
He grinned again. “I’m already ready.”
Anticipation teased her. “I meant wearing something besides jeans, if you own anything.”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”
Before Daisy could continue their friendly bantering, the sound of a vehicle rolling over the gravel drive stole his attention. He glanced back and forth between her and the red jeep coming toward them.
“Who’s that?” Daisy shaded her eyes to catch a glimpse of the driver.
“A friend.” Oliver kept his gaze on the woman who exited the jeep. Her hips swayed in a hypnotic way as she sauntered toward them. She wore her blond hair in a short pixie cut. Long legs extended from denim shorts, finished off by a pair of cowboy boots. If Daisy had to describe her idea of a country girl, she’d be talking about the woman walking toward them.
Oliver might say they were only friends, but he seemed awfully interested in this particular country girl.
“Guess I’d better see what she needs. Probably time to call it a day, anyway,” he said, giving her a brief glance.
Daisy glanced at the colt grazing on grass along the opposite side of the pen. “You barely started training.”
“It takes more than a day to tame a yearling, especially one this wild.” He shifted his gaze between the two women. “Do you need help getting down from there?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Okay. Catch you later.” With that he walked toward the woman. The blonde linked her arm with his as she eyed Daisy with a none-too-friendly look. Then he drew her away toward the barn.
Did Oliver have a girlfriend ?
Daisy watched them until they disappeared from view inside the barn to do who knew what. She was certain he wouldn’t ask her to shovel horseshit.
Discontent snuck up on her, leaving her with an unsettled feeling for reasons she couldn’t explain.
Oliver could have all the girlfriends he wanted. Didn’t matter to her one bit.
She slid off the fence, caught her heel on the bottom railing, and landed palms down in the dirt.
“Dammit,” she muttered as she hurried to her feet. She brushed the dust off her shirt as she scanned the area for witnesses. As far as she could tell, no one had noticed her fall of shame. Thank God.
As she headed into the house, determined to call it a night, she mentally calculated the number of days until she could return to the land of the living. She needed to be away from these people with their horses and country attitude where she so obviously did not fit in.
Chapter Ten
As Daisy drove the short mile to Oliver’s house, dread churned inside her. Daring him to appreciate her lifestyle had been a big mistake. Some idiotic part of her had enjoyed teasing him, had wanted to prove her way of life was better than his. Unfortunately, she’d talked herself into an awkward situation at best. Now, she’d have to spend hours alone with
“It is.” She fought to keep her calm. “A local theatre company in Cattle Creek has a production of Beau Jest. Friday night. Don’t tell me you can’t make it because I already bought tickets.” She hadn’t, but he couldn’t know that.
“What if I have other plans?” he asked with a grin.
Oh, no. He wasn’t getting away with that. “Cancel them.” She wanted to ask who with, but she couldn’t.
He stared at her for a few moments, intense energy pulsing between them. “Okay, but only for you. Besides, I’m in the mood for a comedy. They’re always my favorite.”
She tilted her head to the side, watching him with suspicious eyes. “Have you seen Beau Jest?”
His smile grew bigger. “Not telling you anything more. What time are you picking me up?”
She lifted her brows. “I’m driving?”
“This one is all yours, Daisy. Whatever we’re doing is all up to you. I’m just coming along for the ride.”
“Hmm…okay.” She liked the sound of that. “I’ll be at your house at five. You’d better be ready.”
He grinned again. “I’m already ready.”
Anticipation teased her. “I meant wearing something besides jeans, if you own anything.”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”
Before Daisy could continue their friendly bantering, the sound of a vehicle rolling over the gravel drive stole his attention. He glanced back and forth between her and the red jeep coming toward them.
“Who’s that?” Daisy shaded her eyes to catch a glimpse of the driver.
“A friend.” Oliver kept his gaze on the woman who exited the jeep. Her hips swayed in a hypnotic way as she sauntered toward them. She wore her blond hair in a short pixie cut. Long legs extended from denim shorts, finished off by a pair of cowboy boots. If Daisy had to describe her idea of a country girl, she’d be talking about the woman walking toward them.
Oliver might say they were only friends, but he seemed awfully interested in this particular country girl.
“Guess I’d better see what she needs. Probably time to call it a day, anyway,” he said, giving her a brief glance.
Daisy glanced at the colt grazing on grass along the opposite side of the pen. “You barely started training.”
“It takes more than a day to tame a yearling, especially one this wild.” He shifted his gaze between the two women. “Do you need help getting down from there?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Okay. Catch you later.” With that he walked toward the woman. The blonde linked her arm with his as she eyed Daisy with a none-too-friendly look. Then he drew her away toward the barn.
Did Oliver have a girlfriend ?
Daisy watched them until they disappeared from view inside the barn to do who knew what. She was certain he wouldn’t ask her to shovel horseshit.
Discontent snuck up on her, leaving her with an unsettled feeling for reasons she couldn’t explain.
Oliver could have all the girlfriends he wanted. Didn’t matter to her one bit.
She slid off the fence, caught her heel on the bottom railing, and landed palms down in the dirt.
“Dammit,” she muttered as she hurried to her feet. She brushed the dust off her shirt as she scanned the area for witnesses. As far as she could tell, no one had noticed her fall of shame. Thank God.
As she headed into the house, determined to call it a night, she mentally calculated the number of days until she could return to the land of the living. She needed to be away from these people with their horses and country attitude where she so obviously did not fit in.
Chapter Ten
As Daisy drove the short mile to Oliver’s house, dread churned inside her. Daring him to appreciate her lifestyle had been a big mistake. Some idiotic part of her had enjoyed teasing him, had wanted to prove her way of life was better than his. Unfortunately, she’d talked herself into an awkward situation at best. Now, she’d have to spend hours alone with
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