She looks like everything I want in life.
Visions of coming home from work just like this and finding her in my kitchen dancing, laughing, and loving her life to the point she can let loose like this float around in my head.
I can’t remember the last time I let loose like that myself.
I’ve never been more sure of anything.
I open her front door because there’s no way she’ll hear me knocking over the beat, and to my surprise, it’s unlocked. As if she can sense the presence of someone in the room, she stops and snaps her head in my direction.
Running a hand through her hair to smooth it down, she smiles wildly at me, holding the broom next to her in her hands with her other hand on her hip.
“Hey there, Angry Cowboy.”
I shake my head at her for still calling me that.
Doesn’t she know that she’s replaced every bit of anger that once consumed my life with something new? Something bright. Like sunshine on a rainy day. Blair has stormed into my life—my town—like a hurricane.
And we don’t fucking get those here in Wyoming.
Her eyes scan my body, and I can’t help but do the same.
“Did it hurt when you fell from the vending machine?” she asks. I eye her curiously, wondering where the hell that came from. She moves to the counter to take a sip from the glass of wine sitting there. “Because you’re looking like a snack tonight.”
Feeling the corner of my mouth tip up, I make my way to her. Stopping only inches from her and resting the back of my finger under her chin to lock her gaze with mine.
“Are you hitting on me?”
She swallows, but her grin matches mine. “Have been since I got here.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“Okay, fine,” she says confidently. “Maybe not since then, but eventually I was.”
I shake my head. “You’re insane, you know that?”
“And yet, here you stand,” she mocks.
“Guess I should leave then,” I say in the same tone.
“Wait.” She pushes away from me, hustling down the hall. “I’ll bring out my other personality. Hold on.”
She runs into the bathroom and comes back out seconds later with her arms wide in the air, laughing as if it’s the best joke she’s ever told.
“Here I am.”
I bark out a laugh, bending at the waist and resting my hands on my thighs to hold me up because I can’t believe her right now.
Everything I thought before walking into her house, I think about again. This. This right here is what I want for the rest of my life.
The laughter.
The antics.
Thisfeeling.
I look up through my fit of hysterics and find her standing there, eyes wide and very muchnotlaughing with me.
“Success,” she breathes out, barely loud enough for me to hear.
