about boys, she wouldn’t shut up.
Graysen just smiled and nodded. If her baby sister only knew how much she liked him ... The word “like” didn’t even begin to describe it.
“Did he kiss you?” Harper sat enthralled. The intrigue surrounding Graysen and Colt was better than any daytime television to her.
Graysen nodded, and more giggling ensued. Harper clapped her hands and jumped up and down like a school girl. “With or without tongue?”
“Harper, you’re just awful!” Graysen turned and buried her face underneath her pillow as she roared with laughter. Oh god ... the mention of the word “tongue” sent her mind racing with thoughts of what his mouth felt like crushed against hers, his tongue parting her lips. She blushed as she envisioned Colt’s mouth at the apex of her thighs.
***
There was a buffet set up in the main lodge for breakfast. People buzzed and bustled around their table. After just a few days at the ranch, Graysen’s parents were on a first-name basis with some of the other guests. She tried to listen to the conversation at the table, but her mind wandered. She stared at her plate of pancakes and wondered how quickly she could polish them off and excuse herself without being too obvious. She knew Colt was in the barn this morning, not too far from where she was eating breakfast, and she wanted to go see him.
As she was sipping the last of her coffee, some people who seemed friendly with her parents came over to their table. They seemed closer to her grandparents’ ages, and there was a younger man with them, probably Carson’s age. He didn’t seem to be the type of person to enjoy the whole dude ranch experience.
“Ellen, is there room at your table?” The older woman smiled at Graysen’s parents, and then at Carson and Harper, who also seemed to know them.
“We’d love it if you joined us for breakfast. Is this your grandson?” Graysen’s mother motioned to the young man.
“Yes, this is Brady. He wasn’t on the trail with us a couple days ago.”
Graysen realized they all must have met on the hike that she had skipped so she could meet up with Colt. No wonder she felt so out of touch.
“It’s very nice to meet you.” Brady smiled politely at her parents, but it looked forced.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Brady. Your grandparents speak fondly of you,” Graysen’s mother said with her signature smile. “And I don’t think you all have met Graysen yet, have you?” Ellen turned to look at her daughter. “Graysen, this is Mr. and Mrs. Heyward. We met them on the walk the other day.”
Graysen smiled politely and nodded as her mother said to them, “Graysen is our eldest daughter. She was resting from a migraine the other day during the hike.”
Carson was sitting on the other side of the table inhaling his breakfast, and stopped mid-mouthful to look up at Graysen and roll his eyes. He was suspicious about her absences for the past few days.
“Well dear, I hope you are feeling better.” Mrs. Heyward’s voice was tender, replete with grandmotherly concern. “It is just awful to get sick on vacation.”
“Yes, thank you Mrs. Heyward. I’m feeling much better this morning.” Graysen felt a pang of guilt about continuing to lie. The elder Heywards sat down at the table. Graysen stood to excuse herself when Brady made his way to her, and smiled, flashing very white teeth.
“I’m Brady. Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He leaned forward, his ear almost brushing her lips in order to hear her answer over the boisterous breakfast crowd.
She blinked a little at his nearness, and the startling color of his eyes: bright blue, as blue as the sky on a cloudless, sunny day. “Please do.” Graysen knew if she didn’t sit down with him at least for a few minutes she would have to answer more questions from Carson and hear a twenty-minute lecture on manners from her mother.
“Graysen, you have such a beautiful name.” Brady smiled.
She
Graysen just smiled and nodded. If her baby sister only knew how much she liked him ... The word “like” didn’t even begin to describe it.
“Did he kiss you?” Harper sat enthralled. The intrigue surrounding Graysen and Colt was better than any daytime television to her.
Graysen nodded, and more giggling ensued. Harper clapped her hands and jumped up and down like a school girl. “With or without tongue?”
“Harper, you’re just awful!” Graysen turned and buried her face underneath her pillow as she roared with laughter. Oh god ... the mention of the word “tongue” sent her mind racing with thoughts of what his mouth felt like crushed against hers, his tongue parting her lips. She blushed as she envisioned Colt’s mouth at the apex of her thighs.
***
There was a buffet set up in the main lodge for breakfast. People buzzed and bustled around their table. After just a few days at the ranch, Graysen’s parents were on a first-name basis with some of the other guests. She tried to listen to the conversation at the table, but her mind wandered. She stared at her plate of pancakes and wondered how quickly she could polish them off and excuse herself without being too obvious. She knew Colt was in the barn this morning, not too far from where she was eating breakfast, and she wanted to go see him.
As she was sipping the last of her coffee, some people who seemed friendly with her parents came over to their table. They seemed closer to her grandparents’ ages, and there was a younger man with them, probably Carson’s age. He didn’t seem to be the type of person to enjoy the whole dude ranch experience.
“Ellen, is there room at your table?” The older woman smiled at Graysen’s parents, and then at Carson and Harper, who also seemed to know them.
“We’d love it if you joined us for breakfast. Is this your grandson?” Graysen’s mother motioned to the young man.
“Yes, this is Brady. He wasn’t on the trail with us a couple days ago.”
Graysen realized they all must have met on the hike that she had skipped so she could meet up with Colt. No wonder she felt so out of touch.
“It’s very nice to meet you.” Brady smiled politely at her parents, but it looked forced.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Brady. Your grandparents speak fondly of you,” Graysen’s mother said with her signature smile. “And I don’t think you all have met Graysen yet, have you?” Ellen turned to look at her daughter. “Graysen, this is Mr. and Mrs. Heyward. We met them on the walk the other day.”
Graysen smiled politely and nodded as her mother said to them, “Graysen is our eldest daughter. She was resting from a migraine the other day during the hike.”
Carson was sitting on the other side of the table inhaling his breakfast, and stopped mid-mouthful to look up at Graysen and roll his eyes. He was suspicious about her absences for the past few days.
“Well dear, I hope you are feeling better.” Mrs. Heyward’s voice was tender, replete with grandmotherly concern. “It is just awful to get sick on vacation.”
“Yes, thank you Mrs. Heyward. I’m feeling much better this morning.” Graysen felt a pang of guilt about continuing to lie. The elder Heywards sat down at the table. Graysen stood to excuse herself when Brady made his way to her, and smiled, flashing very white teeth.
“I’m Brady. Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He leaned forward, his ear almost brushing her lips in order to hear her answer over the boisterous breakfast crowd.
She blinked a little at his nearness, and the startling color of his eyes: bright blue, as blue as the sky on a cloudless, sunny day. “Please do.” Graysen knew if she didn’t sit down with him at least for a few minutes she would have to answer more questions from Carson and hear a twenty-minute lecture on manners from her mother.
“Graysen, you have such a beautiful name.” Brady smiled.
She
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