spank me,” she teased.
Vaughn appeared stunned
while staring at her through the mirror. She caught his look and chuckled
softly. She was proud of herself; she’d rendered the Boy Scout speechless.
†
I t was almost 1:30 A.M. when
Grey’s car pulled up to the Remington farmhouse. He was almost an hour earlier
than usual, since the barroom brawl shut them down early. There was a light on
at the house and one above the barn. Grey got out of his car looking nearly
exhausted and slightly battered from his impromptu bout with Blain Harford. He
glanced at the barn as he headed for the house and suddenly stopped. Casey’s
horse wasn’t in the pasture with the others. If her horse had been outside the
tavern, he hadn’t seen it. If he was honest with himself, he hadn’t actually
looked. He appeared curious as he stared then frowned and shook his head.
“You’d better believe
Sheriff Wiley’s going to hear about this,” Grey scoffed then headed for the
house.
He unlocked the door and
entered with disgust. The kitchen was dimly lit by the light above the stove,
which his mother usually left on for him upon returning late at night. He
heard his parents’ moving around in their room upstairs. It seemed odd that
they would be up so late. They were used to his late hours at the tavern and
never waited up anymore. Perhaps his father realized Casey never made it
home. As long as his father was up, there was no reason not to share another
story of corrupt law enforcement with him. His father would also cause more of
a commotion with Deputy Holt not returning Casey immediately following Sheriff
Wiley’s orders. A thought suddenly occurred to Grey. What if Deputy Holt did
something to Casey? Vaughn Holt had always been the quiet one. It was those
quiet ones who often caused the most trouble. Grey was suddenly concerned for
Casey. He needed to alert his father more now than ever. He needed to make
sure his sister was okay. He was about to head up the back, kitchen stairs,
when he heard his father coming down the living room stairs. Grey hurried
across the kitchen for the living room.
Chapter
Seven
I t was almost 1:45 A.M. by
the time Casey rode her horse up the long, gravel driveway to the farmhouse.
She had been on autopilot nearly the entire ride home. Storm knew the way to
the farm. Horses could always find their way home. She dismounted near the
barn, wearily unsaddled her horse, and turned him loose into the paddock.
After returning her saddle to the tack room within the barn, she headed toward
the house. She couldn’t believe how exhausted she was from doing nothing all
night. Grey’s car was parked out front. She was a little surprised he was
home early, but it probably had something to do with the brawl. Thankfully,
Grey had left the light on for her. She didn’t doubt he was sitting up waiting
for her. Despite their differences, Grey could be a little protective over
her. With corruption in their town, his protectiveness wasn’t surprising.
Casey entered the dimly lit kitchen and found it odd that there were no other
lights on. Maybe Grey hadn’t waited up for her after all. It actually didn’t
bother her; she was too tired to get into the entire Deputy Holt debate with
him tonight anyway.
She had been heading for
the backstairs, when she heard a faint thump from the living room. Casey
paused by the kitchen steps, looked to the living room archway, and appeared
bewildered. Maybe Grey had waited up for her after all. She debated just
heading to bed to avoid the long debate that was sure to follow, but thought
better of it. He would undoubtedly enter her room, once again without
permission, and just disturb her sleep anyway. It was best just to get it out
of the way now. She headed across the kitchen and entered the dimly lit living
room. Casey suddenly stopped. Grey lie on the floor and was covered
Vaughn appeared stunned
while staring at her through the mirror. She caught his look and chuckled
softly. She was proud of herself; she’d rendered the Boy Scout speechless.
†
I t was almost 1:30 A.M. when
Grey’s car pulled up to the Remington farmhouse. He was almost an hour earlier
than usual, since the barroom brawl shut them down early. There was a light on
at the house and one above the barn. Grey got out of his car looking nearly
exhausted and slightly battered from his impromptu bout with Blain Harford. He
glanced at the barn as he headed for the house and suddenly stopped. Casey’s
horse wasn’t in the pasture with the others. If her horse had been outside the
tavern, he hadn’t seen it. If he was honest with himself, he hadn’t actually
looked. He appeared curious as he stared then frowned and shook his head.
“You’d better believe
Sheriff Wiley’s going to hear about this,” Grey scoffed then headed for the
house.
He unlocked the door and
entered with disgust. The kitchen was dimly lit by the light above the stove,
which his mother usually left on for him upon returning late at night. He
heard his parents’ moving around in their room upstairs. It seemed odd that
they would be up so late. They were used to his late hours at the tavern and
never waited up anymore. Perhaps his father realized Casey never made it
home. As long as his father was up, there was no reason not to share another
story of corrupt law enforcement with him. His father would also cause more of
a commotion with Deputy Holt not returning Casey immediately following Sheriff
Wiley’s orders. A thought suddenly occurred to Grey. What if Deputy Holt did
something to Casey? Vaughn Holt had always been the quiet one. It was those
quiet ones who often caused the most trouble. Grey was suddenly concerned for
Casey. He needed to alert his father more now than ever. He needed to make
sure his sister was okay. He was about to head up the back, kitchen stairs,
when he heard his father coming down the living room stairs. Grey hurried
across the kitchen for the living room.
Chapter
Seven
I t was almost 1:45 A.M. by
the time Casey rode her horse up the long, gravel driveway to the farmhouse.
She had been on autopilot nearly the entire ride home. Storm knew the way to
the farm. Horses could always find their way home. She dismounted near the
barn, wearily unsaddled her horse, and turned him loose into the paddock.
After returning her saddle to the tack room within the barn, she headed toward
the house. She couldn’t believe how exhausted she was from doing nothing all
night. Grey’s car was parked out front. She was a little surprised he was
home early, but it probably had something to do with the brawl. Thankfully,
Grey had left the light on for her. She didn’t doubt he was sitting up waiting
for her. Despite their differences, Grey could be a little protective over
her. With corruption in their town, his protectiveness wasn’t surprising.
Casey entered the dimly lit kitchen and found it odd that there were no other
lights on. Maybe Grey hadn’t waited up for her after all. It actually didn’t
bother her; she was too tired to get into the entire Deputy Holt debate with
him tonight anyway.
She had been heading for
the backstairs, when she heard a faint thump from the living room. Casey
paused by the kitchen steps, looked to the living room archway, and appeared
bewildered. Maybe Grey had waited up for her after all. She debated just
heading to bed to avoid the long debate that was sure to follow, but thought
better of it. He would undoubtedly enter her room, once again without
permission, and just disturb her sleep anyway. It was best just to get it out
of the way now. She headed across the kitchen and entered the dimly lit living
room. Casey suddenly stopped. Grey lie on the floor and was covered
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