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his hair. I stumbled, grabbed the counter, righted myself, and found my keys on that very counter all in one or two flustered seconds. Opening the door a crack, I tossed them to a surprised Tye.
“Here. Take what you need, then leave the keys under the mat in the back.” I went to pull the door shut, and Tye’s hand grabbed the edge.
He frowned at me. “You’re acting weird, and AJ’s digging a trench in his pen. Are you okay?”
I loosened my death grip on the door handle, and Tye dropped his hand. “I’m fine. I just—I kinda drank too much last night.” I ruffled a hand through my twisted hair, gazing mildly over Tye’s shoulder towards the pens, trying to act normal. “I’ll be out to feed AJ in a few minutes.” I squinted towards the arena. “What event are they on?”
“Still on barrels. Some girl’s horse fell, and it took awhile to get through that.” He tossed my keys back and forth, never taking his hawkish gaze off me.
“Do we know her? Is she okay?” I leaned my hip against the counter, and crossed my arms over my chest—something I rarely ever did.
Tye’s eyes narrowed. “She eventually got up, and walked out. I think it just scared her. I overheard she’s down from Lewiston.” He grinned at me unexpectedly. “Do you have a girl in there?” he asked in a low tone.
I laughed. “No, no girl.” I heard a muffled snort behind me, and coughed to cover it up, raising havoc with my head. I pushed a hand against my forehead in an attempt to stop the thumping. “I’m going to take some aspirin, and then I’ll be out. You better go dose Gator before it turns into full-blown colic.” I looked at him skeptically, my hand lowering from my forehead. “It hasn’t, has it?”
“No, just the gassy shit he always gets.” Raising the keys, he added, “Thanks.” Turning, he hesitated, giving me another sly look. “You’re sure you don’t have a girl in there?”
I fought the smile trying hard to explode across my face. “I think I’d know if I had a girl in my trailer.” Leaning forward, I took hold of the door.
Tye gestured loosely behind him. “I’m going that way, I can feed AJ.” His body swayed, trying to see around me. I moved just enough to block the doorway. “I still think you have someone in there.” Twirling my keys on his finger, he winked back at me as he wandered to the storage compartment where the vet supplies were locked up. “No rush, take your time,” he suggested.
Zane gave up, and spluttered behind me. I pulled the door closed and fell into the bucket chair.
“You did call me a slut.” Zane fell over, holding his side as waves of laughter crashed over him.
“I did not!” I said with as much indignation as I could muster, which was barely any considering I was laughing too. “ You called yourself a slut.”
“No I didn’t!” he shot breathlessly.
I gawped at him.
He couldn’t stop laughing. “Yeah, I did.”
I drew in a staggered breath, then blew it out noisily. Zane sat up, biting his lip and wiping his eyes with his palms.
“I should go. You have to get ready, and Chuck’s probably wondering what happened to me.” He stood, stretching his hands above his head. His eyes still glittered with amusement, and his cheeks were tight from laughing—and for a second I was able to forget who he really was, and what he had been through.
“Chuck’s not looking for you. He doesn’t look for anyone.” I sniffed, and scrubbed my face before standing up.
He glanced at me, his eyes beginning to clear. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He turned away, picking up his leather jacket, and when he turned back his eyes had cooled. He opened the door, and stepped out. “I’ll see you around.”
“Hey, did I do or say something wrong?” I asked, but the laidback Zane of only a moment ago was gone.
He stopped to light a smoke, then tipped his head, glancing up at me. His eyes warmed just enough to let me know my Zane hadn’t completely
“Here. Take what you need, then leave the keys under the mat in the back.” I went to pull the door shut, and Tye’s hand grabbed the edge.
He frowned at me. “You’re acting weird, and AJ’s digging a trench in his pen. Are you okay?”
I loosened my death grip on the door handle, and Tye dropped his hand. “I’m fine. I just—I kinda drank too much last night.” I ruffled a hand through my twisted hair, gazing mildly over Tye’s shoulder towards the pens, trying to act normal. “I’ll be out to feed AJ in a few minutes.” I squinted towards the arena. “What event are they on?”
“Still on barrels. Some girl’s horse fell, and it took awhile to get through that.” He tossed my keys back and forth, never taking his hawkish gaze off me.
“Do we know her? Is she okay?” I leaned my hip against the counter, and crossed my arms over my chest—something I rarely ever did.
Tye’s eyes narrowed. “She eventually got up, and walked out. I think it just scared her. I overheard she’s down from Lewiston.” He grinned at me unexpectedly. “Do you have a girl in there?” he asked in a low tone.
I laughed. “No, no girl.” I heard a muffled snort behind me, and coughed to cover it up, raising havoc with my head. I pushed a hand against my forehead in an attempt to stop the thumping. “I’m going to take some aspirin, and then I’ll be out. You better go dose Gator before it turns into full-blown colic.” I looked at him skeptically, my hand lowering from my forehead. “It hasn’t, has it?”
“No, just the gassy shit he always gets.” Raising the keys, he added, “Thanks.” Turning, he hesitated, giving me another sly look. “You’re sure you don’t have a girl in there?”
I fought the smile trying hard to explode across my face. “I think I’d know if I had a girl in my trailer.” Leaning forward, I took hold of the door.
Tye gestured loosely behind him. “I’m going that way, I can feed AJ.” His body swayed, trying to see around me. I moved just enough to block the doorway. “I still think you have someone in there.” Twirling my keys on his finger, he winked back at me as he wandered to the storage compartment where the vet supplies were locked up. “No rush, take your time,” he suggested.
Zane gave up, and spluttered behind me. I pulled the door closed and fell into the bucket chair.
“You did call me a slut.” Zane fell over, holding his side as waves of laughter crashed over him.
“I did not!” I said with as much indignation as I could muster, which was barely any considering I was laughing too. “ You called yourself a slut.”
“No I didn’t!” he shot breathlessly.
I gawped at him.
He couldn’t stop laughing. “Yeah, I did.”
I drew in a staggered breath, then blew it out noisily. Zane sat up, biting his lip and wiping his eyes with his palms.
“I should go. You have to get ready, and Chuck’s probably wondering what happened to me.” He stood, stretching his hands above his head. His eyes still glittered with amusement, and his cheeks were tight from laughing—and for a second I was able to forget who he really was, and what he had been through.
“Chuck’s not looking for you. He doesn’t look for anyone.” I sniffed, and scrubbed my face before standing up.
He glanced at me, his eyes beginning to clear. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He turned away, picking up his leather jacket, and when he turned back his eyes had cooled. He opened the door, and stepped out. “I’ll see you around.”
“Hey, did I do or say something wrong?” I asked, but the laidback Zane of only a moment ago was gone.
He stopped to light a smoke, then tipped his head, glancing up at me. His eyes warmed just enough to let me know my Zane hadn’t completely
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