everything I owned in the world. A confused look cross his face
“Wyatt, you don’t have to do that. Let me borrow your phone and I’ll just call dad to…….”
“Darlin, I’m not taking no for an answer. After we get the car to the ranch, I’ll load your thing in my truck and bring it over to your place. Our parent’s ranches are right next to each other. It’s not a big deal, Kenna . Go get what you need right now out of the car and I’ll lock it up and we can go.”
“Wyatt Walker, you are not the boss of me anymore. Let me call my dad and……aaaarrggghhh.”
Wyatt walked over to me, put his shoulder into my stomach and hefted me over his shoulder. Then started heading for his truck.
“Wyatt Walker, you put me down, right this minute. Do you hear me, right this minute? ”
I started pounding him on the back, which had little effect , but to amuse him. He gave a deep chuckle, before I heard a smack at the same time I felt a sharp sting on my butt.
“Jenna Jamison, you stop it, right now or I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle your butt. Do you understand me young lady.”
“I’m not a child anymore, Wyatt. I’m 24 years old. I’m a grown woman, now put me down.”
“If you’re going to keep acting like a child, I’m going to treat you like a child. Now stop it.”
Wyatt dropped me into the passenger seat, buckled me in and then closed the door. I watched him as he closed the hood walked to the driver’s door. He pulled my purse and keys out of the car, before walking around the car and locked all the doors. He walked back to the truck and climbed in behind the steering wheel.
I sat in the other seat refusing to look at Wyatt. I looked straight forward and didn’t saying a word. How dare he treat me like this? How can this man get me so mad in just ten minutes? I’d only been home to the area for less than an hour and it was already starting again, with Wyatt. That man held a direct line to my temper. Just like when we were teenagers. He never saw me as a women, always a child, who needed to be told what to do and when to do it.
The drive seemed like it took forever. I wanted to be anywhere other than sitting next to this man. At this moment in time all I wanted to do was to get out of this truck. I hated the way he treated me, like I was nothing but a bratty little sister. For years, I wanted him to notice me as more than Carson Jamison’s baby sister.
Thinking of Carson made me smile. I couldn’t wait to see my older brother. It had been three years, since I had saw him last. We had always been close and only being two years apart in age, we basically had the same circle of friends. That made my thoughts drift back again to Wyatt, Carson’s best friend since they were old enough to walk. Wyatt was my constant tormentor and it seems he was picking up right where he left off six years ago, when I ran from my feeling for him, all the way to California.
I focused out the window and realized we were driving down the long driveway to my father’s ranch. Wyatt stopped the truck in front of the large white ranch house that was my childhood home and I was out of the truck, before he shut the truck engine off. I made sure he knew my irritation, when I slammed the passenger door shut way more forcefully then was necessary.
The front door opened and my dad and brother stepped out on the large wrap around porch. Carson was off the porch and in front of me, before I could make it two the steps. He lifted me up and swung me around and hugged me so tight I couldn’t breathe. I had missed him so much.
“Hey lil sis, it’s about time you come to see us. We were starting to think you had forgotten about us, or something.”
“I missed you too, Carson, It’s good to be home.”
“Hey Jack, Carson, Kenna ’s car broke down about ten miles down the road, so I talked her into letting me drive her home.”
I was just hugging my dad, when Wyatt gave everyone the Kenna update. I swirled on
“Wyatt, you don’t have to do that. Let me borrow your phone and I’ll just call dad to…….”
“Darlin, I’m not taking no for an answer. After we get the car to the ranch, I’ll load your thing in my truck and bring it over to your place. Our parent’s ranches are right next to each other. It’s not a big deal, Kenna . Go get what you need right now out of the car and I’ll lock it up and we can go.”
“Wyatt Walker, you are not the boss of me anymore. Let me call my dad and……aaaarrggghhh.”
Wyatt walked over to me, put his shoulder into my stomach and hefted me over his shoulder. Then started heading for his truck.
“Wyatt Walker, you put me down, right this minute. Do you hear me, right this minute? ”
I started pounding him on the back, which had little effect , but to amuse him. He gave a deep chuckle, before I heard a smack at the same time I felt a sharp sting on my butt.
“Jenna Jamison, you stop it, right now or I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle your butt. Do you understand me young lady.”
“I’m not a child anymore, Wyatt. I’m 24 years old. I’m a grown woman, now put me down.”
“If you’re going to keep acting like a child, I’m going to treat you like a child. Now stop it.”
Wyatt dropped me into the passenger seat, buckled me in and then closed the door. I watched him as he closed the hood walked to the driver’s door. He pulled my purse and keys out of the car, before walking around the car and locked all the doors. He walked back to the truck and climbed in behind the steering wheel.
I sat in the other seat refusing to look at Wyatt. I looked straight forward and didn’t saying a word. How dare he treat me like this? How can this man get me so mad in just ten minutes? I’d only been home to the area for less than an hour and it was already starting again, with Wyatt. That man held a direct line to my temper. Just like when we were teenagers. He never saw me as a women, always a child, who needed to be told what to do and when to do it.
The drive seemed like it took forever. I wanted to be anywhere other than sitting next to this man. At this moment in time all I wanted to do was to get out of this truck. I hated the way he treated me, like I was nothing but a bratty little sister. For years, I wanted him to notice me as more than Carson Jamison’s baby sister.
Thinking of Carson made me smile. I couldn’t wait to see my older brother. It had been three years, since I had saw him last. We had always been close and only being two years apart in age, we basically had the same circle of friends. That made my thoughts drift back again to Wyatt, Carson’s best friend since they were old enough to walk. Wyatt was my constant tormentor and it seems he was picking up right where he left off six years ago, when I ran from my feeling for him, all the way to California.
I focused out the window and realized we were driving down the long driveway to my father’s ranch. Wyatt stopped the truck in front of the large white ranch house that was my childhood home and I was out of the truck, before he shut the truck engine off. I made sure he knew my irritation, when I slammed the passenger door shut way more forcefully then was necessary.
The front door opened and my dad and brother stepped out on the large wrap around porch. Carson was off the porch and in front of me, before I could make it two the steps. He lifted me up and swung me around and hugged me so tight I couldn’t breathe. I had missed him so much.
“Hey lil sis, it’s about time you come to see us. We were starting to think you had forgotten about us, or something.”
“I missed you too, Carson, It’s good to be home.”
“Hey Jack, Carson, Kenna ’s car broke down about ten miles down the road, so I talked her into letting me drive her home.”
I was just hugging my dad, when Wyatt gave everyone the Kenna update. I swirled on
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