Page 70 of Untamed
“Do you think he’ll know?”
“Probably not. His wife’s pregnant.”
I frown, rubbing her shoulder. “I’m sorry, babe.” And then I give her a smile and grab her hand. “Just us girls, right?”
She smiles. “Heading to a rodeo.”
“Actually, I learned rodeo and bull riding aren’t the same thing.”
She laughs, tucking a cigarette behind her ear, and turns up the song.
“Is this a bad decision?” I ask, unable to wipe the grin from my face. I go back to what Grandpa Lee used to tell me.Life is your story and death is a sentence only to be defined to live your best life.
Haylee smiles even wider. “My dad always told me bad decisions make good stories.”
“Your dad was a smart man.”
Reaching over, she grabs my hand and squeezes it. “Let’s get lost.” With our Fleetwood Mac playlist, we pull out onto the highway. We are just two friends with an insane need to get lost in the unknown, messy hair, barefoot, and wild hearts.
