Page 85 of Look at Her and Die

“Don’t say that once we get inside,” Scottie mumbled.

“I’ll try,” I lied.

I’d say it if I wanted to.

“Sure you will,” Searcy countered. “Didn’t you try not to get so frustrated with Sweet Baby Ray, and then got all butt hurt after he came right up to me today and went into his pen without you having to chase him everywhere?”

“Whatever,” I grumbled. “That was just luck.”

“That was her befriending him because he likes molasses,” Scottie countered. “I told you to be nice to him a long time ago and he might listen a little better.”

“Well.” I hesitated when we got to the steps that would lead up into the event. “That’s just your opinion.”

“Sure it is.” Searcy leaned her head against my shoulder. “Are we going to stand here all night or go in?”

I took a deep breath, then went to face one of my worst nightmares.

“You’re a paramedic?” an older man that looked to be around eighty-five asked. “And you’re a rancher?”

As if he couldn’t believe that one person could be both things…

My brows rose. “Why do you say it like that?”

“Just seems slightly improbable.” He shrugged. “Those two careers don’t necessarily go together.”

“They don’t, no,” I said, not bothering to explain.

I’d gotten my paramedic license a long time ago, thinking that would be the career path that I took out of life. Then my dad died, and I realized that career path wasn’t the way I wanted to go anymore.

Now I was a rancher, and the only reason I kept the guise of working as a paramedic up was because I wanted to keep my license fresh, just in case.

Life was unpredictable. There was no reason to completely leave a career path behind if I didn’t have to.

Plus, it was exciting and fun and kept my foot in the door in case I ever wanted to leave ranching behind again.

Which, the way I felt lately, might be something I wanted to do.

The ranch was just too much.

Though, I had a feeling I’d keep it going at least until Scottie was out of school and could make the decision with me.

A lot could change in four years.

You had to be prepared for everything.

“Um, Posy?” Scottie touched my arm. “You need to come with me.”

I frowned and looked at her face to see her freaking the fuck out.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I let her pull me away.

“That man over there,” she pointed. “He’s getting all up in Searcy’s face.”

Taryn Durant.

Fuck.

“Thanks,” I muttered as I hurried toward them.

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