western movie.
I sat on the floor in the middle of a really beautiful brown rug in front of the hearth. A horse and rider were depicted in the center of it. Chase meanwhile, started a fire in the fireplace. “This is really nice. I still think we should go back to the house though.”
“Take everything off.” He grabbed a quilt off the back of a rocking chair and tossed it to me. “Do it, or I’ll do it for you.”
I frowned, “You could say please…”
“Damn it, Briar.” He pulled my scarf and hood back. “Your lips are blue. This isn’t a game.”
Somewhere in my mind, what he said clicked. I began peeling off layers, leaving on my socks and the bottom half of my clothes, and wrapped myself in the blanket. Chase added another one on top of it and pushed me closer to the fire.
“I’m going to secure the horses in the stable. Stay here, please.”
I watched him leave, wondering if he was going to be this bossy all the time, or if he was just having an off day. It wasn’t like I’d done anything wrong.
Putting his surly mood out of my mind, I huddled close to the fireplace. It was getting warmer, the flames starting to dance in front of my eyes. I was shivering, but the heat slowly seeped through the many layers I was wrapped in. A sigh of relief escaped me and I closed my eyes, resting my head on my knees.
It was tough. Living on a ranch wasn’t for everyone. In the beginning there had been days in the beginning when I wondered if I was kidding myself, but it was all a learning experience too. I was city gone country. Cheerleader turned cowgirl. Bumps in the road were to be expected.
I wasn’t in this alone. I had a whole ranch full of people. Chase’s family, the workers, and friends from miles around. Anytime I had a question, there was always someone with a kind smile and an answer.
I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t fallen in love with a cowboy and discovered there was more to life than designer clothes and fancy parties. I was a changed girl. I couldn’t go back to the way things used to be, even if I wanted to.
And I didn’t want to, though at times like this, I got a little scared.
I just reminded myself that being scared was okay.
After all, I was a Floridian.
The snow was beautiful though. I couldn’t imagine spending another Christmas without it. I remember waking up and going down to breakfast the first morning after a snowfall. Chase was seated at the kitchen counter with the paper, but he had a smile on his face and pointed at the kitchen window.
I wasn’t sure what had him so excited, so I walked over and peered out.
My breath left me.
It was picture perfect, like a postcard.
A blanket of fluffy white covered the yard, the tree limbs. It was so crisp and pristine. I forgot how cold it was outside and ran out the backdoor wearing nothing but my pajamas and a pair of boots someone had left on the porch.
With a squeal I dove into the snow, and loved it.
But then I regretted not getting dressed first.
Chase laughed, watching me as I scrambled back onto the porch, and I hurled a handful of snow in his direction.
This, of course, started my first snowball fight.
I am not ashamed to tell anyone it lasted about a minute before I tore for the house and the warmth. Later in the day though, once I was properly dressed, I spent my time playing in the snow with the dogs, and binging Chase in the back of the head with a ball of snow any time he turned his back on me.
He was a good sport, and even let me get away with it a few times.
The fire crackled, snapping me back to the present.
Chase had been gone for a while. Hopefully the horses were settling in okay in the stables. I wish I had been able to help him, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t handle it himself.
Gathering the blankets around me, I shuffled across the room to look out the front window. I couldn’t see anything. I was wondering if I should venture out to see if Chase was ok ay, when the front door
I sat on the floor in the middle of a really beautiful brown rug in front of the hearth. A horse and rider were depicted in the center of it. Chase meanwhile, started a fire in the fireplace. “This is really nice. I still think we should go back to the house though.”
“Take everything off.” He grabbed a quilt off the back of a rocking chair and tossed it to me. “Do it, or I’ll do it for you.”
I frowned, “You could say please…”
“Damn it, Briar.” He pulled my scarf and hood back. “Your lips are blue. This isn’t a game.”
Somewhere in my mind, what he said clicked. I began peeling off layers, leaving on my socks and the bottom half of my clothes, and wrapped myself in the blanket. Chase added another one on top of it and pushed me closer to the fire.
“I’m going to secure the horses in the stable. Stay here, please.”
I watched him leave, wondering if he was going to be this bossy all the time, or if he was just having an off day. It wasn’t like I’d done anything wrong.
Putting his surly mood out of my mind, I huddled close to the fireplace. It was getting warmer, the flames starting to dance in front of my eyes. I was shivering, but the heat slowly seeped through the many layers I was wrapped in. A sigh of relief escaped me and I closed my eyes, resting my head on my knees.
It was tough. Living on a ranch wasn’t for everyone. In the beginning there had been days in the beginning when I wondered if I was kidding myself, but it was all a learning experience too. I was city gone country. Cheerleader turned cowgirl. Bumps in the road were to be expected.
I wasn’t in this alone. I had a whole ranch full of people. Chase’s family, the workers, and friends from miles around. Anytime I had a question, there was always someone with a kind smile and an answer.
I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t fallen in love with a cowboy and discovered there was more to life than designer clothes and fancy parties. I was a changed girl. I couldn’t go back to the way things used to be, even if I wanted to.
And I didn’t want to, though at times like this, I got a little scared.
I just reminded myself that being scared was okay.
After all, I was a Floridian.
The snow was beautiful though. I couldn’t imagine spending another Christmas without it. I remember waking up and going down to breakfast the first morning after a snowfall. Chase was seated at the kitchen counter with the paper, but he had a smile on his face and pointed at the kitchen window.
I wasn’t sure what had him so excited, so I walked over and peered out.
My breath left me.
It was picture perfect, like a postcard.
A blanket of fluffy white covered the yard, the tree limbs. It was so crisp and pristine. I forgot how cold it was outside and ran out the backdoor wearing nothing but my pajamas and a pair of boots someone had left on the porch.
With a squeal I dove into the snow, and loved it.
But then I regretted not getting dressed first.
Chase laughed, watching me as I scrambled back onto the porch, and I hurled a handful of snow in his direction.
This, of course, started my first snowball fight.
I am not ashamed to tell anyone it lasted about a minute before I tore for the house and the warmth. Later in the day though, once I was properly dressed, I spent my time playing in the snow with the dogs, and binging Chase in the back of the head with a ball of snow any time he turned his back on me.
He was a good sport, and even let me get away with it a few times.
The fire crackled, snapping me back to the present.
Chase had been gone for a while. Hopefully the horses were settling in okay in the stables. I wish I had been able to help him, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t handle it himself.
Gathering the blankets around me, I shuffled across the room to look out the front window. I couldn’t see anything. I was wondering if I should venture out to see if Chase was ok ay, when the front door
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