Page 2 of Wyatt & Weston
“Not a problem.” He shoots me a wink. He pulls his phone out and calls someone. The whole time my eyes are on the stunning brown horse he’s riding. I smile when I see the little white spot between its eyes resembling a heart.
A few minutes later, an UTV races down the road.
“My son, Carson, is heading down there to grab him. Why don’t you leave your bags here, he can pick them up on the way. I’ll give you a ride.” He hops off the horse.
“Really?” My eyes light up.
“Names Bo, Bo Wilder.”
“Nice to meet you, Bo.” I take his outstretched hand. “Emma Vanderbilt.”
His brows jump at the mention of my name. Does he know who my family is? Wouldn’t surprise me, we’re all over the news at this point. If it’s not my father, it’s one of my brothers with one of their many achievements making daddy dearest proud.
“Nice to meet you, Emma.” He gives me a charming smile and I relax a little bit. He helps me up on the horse.
I’ve ridden horses before and was a part of a few riding clubs over the years but I’ve never taken it past lessons and casual rides. I wasn’t interested in show riding, but the horses themselves.
Bo rides us to the main part of the ranch where a crowd of people are. “We like to hold a little fair of sorts on opening day every year for our first set of guests,” he informs me.
“That's so cool. We’ll have to check it out after we get settled in.”
“Carson should be here in a moment, then he will get you checked into your cabin and all setup.”
I thank Bo and not long after he takes off, the UTV shows up. Greg gets off, nearly face-planting. The man driving–who I’m assuming is Carson– gets off and tries to help Greg, but Greg is a dick and scowls like the man’s hand is an insult.
Carson shrugs and takes the bags off the UTV and leaves them on the dirt before taking off.
Greg looks around for me and I get the urge to slip into the crowd. He’s pissed and the last thing I want to do is deal with his grumpy ass. It almost always leads to a fight because, unlike most women, I don’t put up with his shit.
I don’t give a shit about who he is and how much he’s worth. I might have to be married to this man, but I won’t allow him to treat me like his property.
When he finds me, I let out a disappointed groan. He frowns and storms over to me. “There you are,” he huffs in annoyance. “What the hell, Emma? You just left me there.”
“You made it up here just fine.”
“I’m covered in dirt. Could they not have sent a car down?”
“This is a ranch.” I give him a look. “Why are you so surprised?”
“Whatever,” he grumbles. “Is there a bathroom around here? I need to piss and I can't wait until that guy on the UTV is done checking us in.”
“Carson.”
“What?” he frowns.
“His name is Carson,” I inform him. He just blinks at me like he couldn't care less. I sigh and look away. One of the things I hate about him is: that if you have no value to Greg, you're not worth him knowing your name.
“Hi.” A bright, bubbly voice sounds next to us. A blonde girl in a cowboy hatsmiles at us. “I can show you the bathrooms.”
“Thanks,” Greg grumbles. “Watch the bags.” I hate how it’s a demand.
Rolling my eyes, I head over to our bags and wait. As I’m checking my purse, making sure I have everything, I hear a buzzing sound.
Brows furrowed, I grab my phone but it’s not coming from mine. I find Greg’s phone in the pocket of his bag and look down to see he’s got a new text message. I’m about to put it back when another one comes through, then another. Then, it starts to ring.
The caller ID shows the name, Liam, and so did the text notifications. Liam is someone Greg works with. If it’s work, then it’s got to be important. I go to answer it to let Liam know Greg can call him right back, but when I put the phone to my ear, it’s not a man’s voice I hear.
“I thought you would never answer, darling.” The husky female voice filters through the phone.
