Page 49 of Untamed
We do, but it takes us the better part of the afternoon and Grayer never opens the barn door again.
Just before dusk, we’re cleaning up and Grayer’s pulling out of the driveway.
“What’s he doing for your dad anyway?” Haylee asks when we put the hammer and nails back in the barn along with the broken post.
“Fixing the part of the barn that was damaged in the storm this last winter. Not only did Stanton, his dad, buy some cattle from us, but apparently that horse, Mac, was his dad’s horse too, and when he got sick, he couldn’t pay to take care of it. Dad’s been boarding him for free for years, so I guess Grayer offered to fix the barn.”
“Noble of him,” Haylee says in an approving tone.
We both watch the dust cloud when Haylee looks at me. “Where does he go when he leaves?”
I shrug. “Don’t know.”
A smile pulls at her cheeks. “You know what’s better than a party on your birthday?”
I’m almost afraid to ask by the look of mischief she’s wearing. Haylee’s what I like to refer to as natural-trouble. When she’s up to trouble—as in trying to get into it—that’s when you know to be afraid. “What?”
“Stalking.” She nods to the driveway. “You up for it?”
Why hadn’t I thought of that yet? You’d think I would have. It’s exactly the sort of thing Iwoulddo over a guy. Especially one like Grayer Easton. Maybe then I could get out of riding a bull.
“I don’t know where he lives.”
Haylee jingles her keys out in front of her. “I do. His dad lived a mile from me. Nice guy.”
You’d think I would have known this, too, since I’d been taking care of Mac for so long, but I don’t. Goes to show you how clueless I can sometimes be. “How’d Stanton die?”
“He had a stroke and it all kind of went downhill from there.”
Haylee grabs the bottle of rum and the sweet tea off her tailgate, hiding them behind her seat.
