Alex“If you’re up to it,” I said, looking over at Damion.“We’re good. We’re all in.”“Did you bathe the horses before?” I asked him.His eyes were on Oliver, who was running ahead once again. “I did,” he answered, turning his blue eyes on me.There was a gentle breeze coming across the field. It blew his hair up, showing off how soft and natural it was. I liked that it wasn’t slicked down with gallons of hair product. I wanted to know what it felt like. My eyes moved back to his. He had that same intense stare of his grandfather.“Your eyes,” I said the words on a breath.“My eyes?” he questioned.“They’re very much like Oliver’s, but I think yours are just a shade darker.”He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I have heard that a lot. My dad had the same eyes. They are definitely a dominant trait.”“They are very pretty,” I said, before remembering he was a guy and guys usually didn’t like to be referred to as pretty in any way. “Pretty in a manly sense.”He laughed. “Than
DamionI drove down the long driveway, my eyes popping up from time to time to look in the rearview mirror. Oliver had been smiling since he had awoken for the day. He was truly excited for school. It was a first. He had never been excited about going to his old school. Not even on the first day. This was going to be a good change for him.“This is a big day,” I told him.“Yep,” he agreed, his eyes out the window.“If you get nervous or have any problems, you can talk to Miss June.”“I know,” he answered without a care in the world.My pep talk wasn’t needed. I shut up and focused on driving and let him enjoy the ride. When we got to the school, I waited for him to tell me he was scared or changed his mind. He didn’t. He marched right up to the doors. I followed behind him as he led the way to the classroom.“All right, buddy, I’ll be here for a bit while you get settled,” I told him, helping him hang his backpack on the hook with his name above it.“I’m okay, Dad. You can go home.”
DamionI laughed, shaking my head. “No, but my job wasn’t happy to see me go and agreed to give me the six months I needed to make a decision. They have an interim editor running things. If I stay here, the guy gets the job. If I go back, he’ll move to another department.”“So, you have one foot out the door. This farm is going to require your full commitment. It might not have a great harvest in the fall. I don’t know if you remember much, but farming is a crapshoot. Your yields are dependent on the weather and good luck. If you throw in the towel after one shitty crop, you’re not meant for this life.”“I know that and you’re right, it’s all based on luck and timing. I might not be cut out for this.”She sighed. “I was with your grandfather up until the very end,” she said in a quiet voice. She was looking at her feet before she looked up and met my eyes. “Oliver made me promise to make sure the farm was in good shape. He didn’t want it to be auctioned off, bit by bit and all his har
AlexI checked the address again to make sure I had it right. The perfectly straight vinyl fencing lining on either side of the paved driveway didn’t seem right. I had worked on countless farms and I couldn’t remember any of them having paved driveways. Few had expensive vinyl fencing. The fencing was pretty, but it wasn’t practical.I added it to my list of things that could be cut back on to get the farm in the black. Spending thousands of dollars for pretty and easy was not the way a farm operated. I parked my truck alongside a fleet of brand-new Chevy Silverado trucks. Each of them had small logos on the door. I groaned, shaking my head at the waste of money. Farm trucks weren’t meant to be pretty.I jumped out of my own truck, covered with a thick layer of dust that clung to the mud clinging to the sides. My truck wasn’t old, but it wasn’t new. It had seen some work, like a truck was meant to do. I looked up at the massive house with what appeared to be a fresh coat of pristine w
AlexI stepped away, ready to leave. It had been a huge waste of time. The guy hadn’t mentioned he wanted me to work for him. He’d simply said he was interested in hiring me.“I don’t think you understand,” he said, reaching out to touch my hand.I yanked my arm away, giving him a hard look. “Understand what exactly?”“I’m offering you the job of a lifetime. I can buy you a hundred times over.”I smirked. “You can’t buy me. I’m not for sale.”“Honey, everyone is for sale. It’s all about finding the right price. Throw out a number and we’ll see if we can meet somewhere in the middle.”“No,” I said and walked toward my truck.“This isn’t over,” he called after me. “When I want something, I get it.”“I’m not a something, and you will not be getting me,” I shot back.“We’ll see about that. No one walks away from me.”“Bye,” I called out in a singsong voice and opened the door of my truck.“You’ll regret this,” he angrily shouted.I slammed the truck door and turned over the engine. I look
DamionIt felt good to slowly start building a routine. I had dropped Oliver off at school and then went right back home to get started in the barn. It felt good to know what needed doing. I had gotten up early and taken the horses out to the pasture, feeding and watering them before taking Oliver to school. Now, it was time to clean out the stalls.I had just finished the first one when I heard Alex’s truck coming down the driveway. There was a little rush of excitement at the thought of seeing her. I knew I had no business getting excited about it, but I liked hanging out with her. It could have been the lack of adult interaction the last week. She was really the only adult I had spoken to since I quit my job. Oliver was a great kid, but he was five and not exactly a great conversationalist.“Two days in a row!” Alex said as she walked into the barn.I grinned. “I’m making it work.”She smiled at me. I took in the sight of her clean face, free of makeup. She looked young and beautif
Damion“You do that, and I’ll get the hay barn ready,” she said.She left the barn, leaving me with a smile on my face. We made a good team. At least, I felt like we made a good team. I liked that she wasn’t afraid to get dirty. She was pretty and sexy as hell, but not in a froufrou kind of way. I liked a strong woman that could say what she liked and disliked. I liked a woman that knew what she wanted and didn’t drop stupid hints that no one could ever figure out.I was on the last stall when I heard the unmistakable sound of a truck lumbering down the driveway. The sound of chains bouncing and rattling as the driver hit the bumps in the road called me away from the stall duty and out to meet him. Alex was already out front, guiding the driver as he backed up close to the hay barn.I looked at the pile of hay on the truck and cringed. That was going to be backbreaking work. Once the truck was stopped, the driver jumped out, said hello to Alex, and introduced himself to me. I climbed
AlexOh my god. I was kissing Damion. In the barn. And god have mercy, it was fantastic.There was a moment—I didn’t know how or what—but it was a moment that everything changed. I was drinking water, barely able to breathe, when I looked at him. Like really looked at him. His broad chest, with just a smattering of hair stretched over his defined pecs, glistening with sweat, had turned me on.That wasn’t an apt description. I had burned with a need for him. With the flip of a switch, he went from being Damion, the guy who inherited Oliver’s farm, to a man I was incredibly attracted to. The heat between my legs was nothing like the physical heat I felt while bucking hay. I felt achy and wet and so goddamn hot I was practically melting against him.I scraped my short nails down his back, feeling the heated skin under my hands. I wanted more contact. I wanted to feel his flesh against mine. I didn’t care we were in the barn, in the middle of the day, both of us sweaty with bits of green