A positive angle in this is that Colt has managed to talk to the VP, Rowen, and he knows Mayven saw him kill someone. Seeing as she’s linked to our MC and both his sister and we vouch for her–along with the fact that days passed and she didn’t rat on anyone–all is good and there won’t be any danger following her pretty ass.
There are two sides to this. On one side, it’s good so she can pick up her life, but it also means she can pick up her fucking life; without me if she chooses to do so. Not to mention the fact Colt taped my mouth shut and made the information club business, not to be shared with Mayven and I feel like I’ve been lying to her by withholding this information.
And I also have no idea if she’s staying here or heading back to Shreveport where she still shares an apartment with Kay. Though, the last few days she’s been making lunch packages for the three places I mentioned to her. She leaves printed menus they can order from and picks up a filled-out menu for the next day.
She’s very organized and keeps her hands busy. And I must say, more orders are coming in every day. She’s mentioned how Kay was supposed to help her start up her company. And there’s a sadness in her eyes when she speaks about her friend.
It’s clear she misses her, and the way she left is also eating away at her. At Kay’s father’s fucking funeral for fuck’s sake. Right at a time when best friends need to be around each other for support.
I even got her a new phone so she could stay in contact with her friend. And both of us hoped the texting between Kay and Colt would stop. For the first time in forever Colt seems to have his phone glued to his hand.
And it’s not sexy shit going back and forth. Sexting or flirting. It’s as if Colt is getting a hard on by annoying the shit out of Kay and she’s enjoying riling him up in return. Okay, maybe it is some kind of sexual play for those two, but if it is…they have a weird way of communicating. Mayven checked Colt’s phone and she mentioned the texts back and forth are more curse words than normal conversation.
“Are we going riding again tonight?” Mayven questions and pops a baby tomato into her mouth.
A mouth I like kissing but other than that we haven’t made any other advances yet. Another reason why I’m itchy about the situation we’re in. With no possible threat and us merely getting to know each other without sex, it might be easy for her to drop everything and head back to Shreveport.
Great. Fucking insecurities. And yet getting inside her pussy–like how we wanted to devour each other the second we were alone on the first day–is on my mind every second. But I’ve been holding back because I don’t want to push her.
“Maybe,” I mutter, craving a whole different ride with her.
“Everything okay?” She places a bowl of fresh salad she just made on the table.
I cut a piece of my steak and put it into my mouth, allowing me the time to think things over as I chew.
“I’ve been here eight days and have only seen my brother three times. You’d think living here I’d run into him all the time,” she muses.
“It’s a big ranch, it’s why we have a schedule and rotate shifts.” I mindlessly polish off my food and stroll over to the sink to rinse the plate.
“I have to go,” I grumble and head out without another word while I can feel her gaze boring into my back.
I need the space to think things through and clear my head. My first intention of taking it slow might have been a bad decision and will lead to her slipping right through my fingers. I head into the stables.
Around here there’s always work to do, even if my job for today is done. I grab a brush and step inside Paloma’s stall. My horse is a beauty. With her white and black markings and her great character. I’ve always loved the appaloosa breed.
“I hope you didn’t come here to rub your mood into your horse,” Alfie says from the stable next to me.
Asshole. Ignoring him, I continue to brush Paloma.
“Ah, trouble in paradise, huh? I know all about trouble. And if you think you have issues? Try thinking about not feeling complete with just one person, and then feeling like a fucking jerk because you don’t feel complete with just one person.”
“Fucking hell, Alfie. You know me. I never talk about anything and I’m struggling with my own shit and you throw your issues on me? How the hell should I know the answer to your problems? It’s something between you and Joaquin. Wait, we’re talking about Joaquin, right?” I stop brushing Paloma and turn to lean on the stable and glance at Alfie. “The not feeling complete…you’re talking about how you like to watch, right?”
Alfie leans his forearms on his horse and glances at me. “Yeah.”
“I’ve seen the way the both of you lock eyes when either one is playing with a woman. Why not keep going the way you’ve been fooling around?”
Alfie shakes his head and slides his hand down his horse’s leg to grab its hoof. “I’m not getting any younger, Ledger. And I can see it in Joaquin’s eyes and the change in his demeanor. He wants more. A commitment.”
I can’t help but snort. “You want more. It’s not just him. Talk to Joaquin like you’re talking to me. Not saying anything or ignoring it won’t make a situation dissolve, it’ll only get worse
