You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Not only is this woman moving onto my street and taking over my space, but she screamsCity Girl. And I’m normally not one to make assumptions based on the few seconds I glared at her as I was driving by, but there’s no way she isn’t from some big hub somewhere with how she’s dressed.
“Some car, huh?” Nan says next to me on the top step. “That thing is going to be wrecked in a few days from these roads.”
I don’t answer her as she continues to descend the steps one at a time.
What I want to do is scream.
“Yeah,” I finally answer, grinding my molars together. “Some car.”
“It’s not loud if that’s what’s got you all worked up,” Nan says.
“I’m not worked up.”
“You are, boy.”
I roll my eyes and follow her down the stairs toward my truck.
Ready to get the hell away from one of the few places I’ve been able to find solitude.
Just that thought alone fills me with disappointment.
Guess I’ll be spending a lot more time at Barlow Ranch.
CHAPTER 4
THE MAN HAS A PRETTY FACE.
Blair
I brought little with me for this move.
Not that I had much anyway.
Moving from my sister’s spare bedroom to this tiny home that’s already furnished for me is like the same thing as the apartments in San Francisco. Which is why I’m already heading back to my car to grab the last box.
Reginald barks on the porch, and my eyes land on where his attention is.
An engine rumbles before a pickup truck emerges from behind the trees.
Not just any truck.
Do not even tell me the angry cowboy lives next door to me.
I mean, this is a small town, so it’s possible. But of all places for him to live, it has to be on the same road as me?
Or maybe he’s just visiting family?
That could totally be the case and I’m just overthinking things.
The truck pulls onto the road, and I can’t help but stand there with the box in my hand, unable to move. The truck looks likeit’s been through the ringer and might fall apart a mile down the road.
Woof.
No pun intended, since Reginald is barking his head off right now.
The truck slows down as it passes us in the driveway, and my heart rate skips a beat as it races in my chest. Nan is sitting up in the passenger seat, leaning over the center console as she waves her arms aggressively in a greeting as if she didn’t just see me thirty minutes ago.
