for.”
He was talking too damn much when drunk and not enough when sober. Taylor turned away, and he leaped the three steps up her porch in one.
“Wait, Taylor! Listen up, you nerve wracking woman!” He grabbed her, twisting her around and making her back hit the wall of the house. “You drive me crazy. You always did because when I see you, my whole body goes into overdrive. I can’t think straight, and clearly, when I’m drunk, I can do so even less. Fuck, Taylor, I don’t know what I said, but I was clearly and obviously fully out of line, yet while my tongue was loosened up, I still didn’t manage to say the damn words I should’ve.” He drowned his hands in his dark strands, holding onto them until it almost hurt. As long as he had no idea what he had said to put so much pain and self-hatred in those beautiful hazel eyes, he couldn’t say the words that were on the tip of his tongue because she wouldn’t believe them.
He wanted to kiss the ever-loving hell out of her, but after two drunk kisses, she deserved more than a most likely painful and angry meeting of lips.
“There’s somethin’ you and I have been doing wrong ever since you came back, Michigan,” he then stated, and she looked at him, her eyes wide and tear-filled. “We thought we could pick up where we left off, but we can’t because nothin’s the same. While it doesn’t change where my heart is at, it sure changes the way I’m gonna go about this. That is after I make last night up to you. Just one more thing, Taylor Collins. You’re my girl, and if you don’t believe me, ask Ash why she broke up with me – the real reason. I’m done hurtin’ you, too, Tay. I’ll only make you happy from now on. I promise.” He framed her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaving the porch, not looking back.
Mason had been right about Taylor and the farm, so while he still haunted her thoughts, she figured it was time to move forward. Her steps led her toward the stables, and Mason had been spot-on. They were empty. While it wasn’t exactly late in the season, she should make sure they’d be brought in soon. She knew, too, that they used to have horses, but for the last months, she couldn’t see any in the books. Taylor had simply assumed it was a mistake, but clearly, it had been the truth. She had no idea what happened to them but sure intended to find out. It as well made her wonder how they dealt with the cows since trucks could do only do so much and getting cows together didn’t work with them.
There was no sign of horses in the stables, either, and frankly, it made her long for one just so she could take a ride and clear her head.
She walked along the wooden doors, looking for hay, crawling up the storage space, too, but there was nothing. While the cows didn’t need it during the summer, horses would’ve needed it. She really didn’t have any on this stupid farm.
“First thing to be rectified,” she whispered to herself.
“What’s that, boss?” She jumped, turning toward the cowboy who now stood in the stables with her.
“Don’t call me boss. I haven’t been very bossy.” She laughed, walking over to the guy she had never seen before. He was your typical cowboy: jeans, flannel shirt, boots, and a cowboy hat. When she came closer, she noticed a scar on his eyebrow and a slightly crooked nose, but it took nothing away from his handsome looks. Blond hair and blue eyes completed him, but while he was beautiful, his classical good looks did nothing for her.
“I’m Daniel,” he introduced himself, and she shook his hand. “You have a strong grip. I like that.” He grinned, and she winked.
“Country girl, despite what they say. Honestly, though, up in Michigan, I learned that it makes a hell of a difference to the men you’re doing business with, so I know how to shake hands. I’m Taylor Collins,” she gave back.
“Heard a lot about ya, lady.” He nodded, and she groaned.
“Whatever they say,
He was talking too damn much when drunk and not enough when sober. Taylor turned away, and he leaped the three steps up her porch in one.
“Wait, Taylor! Listen up, you nerve wracking woman!” He grabbed her, twisting her around and making her back hit the wall of the house. “You drive me crazy. You always did because when I see you, my whole body goes into overdrive. I can’t think straight, and clearly, when I’m drunk, I can do so even less. Fuck, Taylor, I don’t know what I said, but I was clearly and obviously fully out of line, yet while my tongue was loosened up, I still didn’t manage to say the damn words I should’ve.” He drowned his hands in his dark strands, holding onto them until it almost hurt. As long as he had no idea what he had said to put so much pain and self-hatred in those beautiful hazel eyes, he couldn’t say the words that were on the tip of his tongue because she wouldn’t believe them.
He wanted to kiss the ever-loving hell out of her, but after two drunk kisses, she deserved more than a most likely painful and angry meeting of lips.
“There’s somethin’ you and I have been doing wrong ever since you came back, Michigan,” he then stated, and she looked at him, her eyes wide and tear-filled. “We thought we could pick up where we left off, but we can’t because nothin’s the same. While it doesn’t change where my heart is at, it sure changes the way I’m gonna go about this. That is after I make last night up to you. Just one more thing, Taylor Collins. You’re my girl, and if you don’t believe me, ask Ash why she broke up with me – the real reason. I’m done hurtin’ you, too, Tay. I’ll only make you happy from now on. I promise.” He framed her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaving the porch, not looking back.
Mason had been right about Taylor and the farm, so while he still haunted her thoughts, she figured it was time to move forward. Her steps led her toward the stables, and Mason had been spot-on. They were empty. While it wasn’t exactly late in the season, she should make sure they’d be brought in soon. She knew, too, that they used to have horses, but for the last months, she couldn’t see any in the books. Taylor had simply assumed it was a mistake, but clearly, it had been the truth. She had no idea what happened to them but sure intended to find out. It as well made her wonder how they dealt with the cows since trucks could do only do so much and getting cows together didn’t work with them.
There was no sign of horses in the stables, either, and frankly, it made her long for one just so she could take a ride and clear her head.
She walked along the wooden doors, looking for hay, crawling up the storage space, too, but there was nothing. While the cows didn’t need it during the summer, horses would’ve needed it. She really didn’t have any on this stupid farm.
“First thing to be rectified,” she whispered to herself.
“What’s that, boss?” She jumped, turning toward the cowboy who now stood in the stables with her.
“Don’t call me boss. I haven’t been very bossy.” She laughed, walking over to the guy she had never seen before. He was your typical cowboy: jeans, flannel shirt, boots, and a cowboy hat. When she came closer, she noticed a scar on his eyebrow and a slightly crooked nose, but it took nothing away from his handsome looks. Blond hair and blue eyes completed him, but while he was beautiful, his classical good looks did nothing for her.
“I’m Daniel,” he introduced himself, and she shook his hand. “You have a strong grip. I like that.” He grinned, and she winked.
“Country girl, despite what they say. Honestly, though, up in Michigan, I learned that it makes a hell of a difference to the men you’re doing business with, so I know how to shake hands. I’m Taylor Collins,” she gave back.
“Heard a lot about ya, lady.” He nodded, and she groaned.
“Whatever they say,
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