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“The Blue Horse,” Ella replies. “Some new trendy place. I haven’t had a chance to try it yet.”
“Because it’s a new trendy place,” Adam chortles. “No old geysers allowed.”
His wife rolls her eyes, looking back at me.
“I’m sure she’d love for you to join her,” Ella says earnestly.
“I’m not so sure,” I mutter, sitting at the table and grabbing a roll.
After a day of hard labor, I’m starved. I didn’t allow myself any breaks, working all the way into the evening before I’d allow myself to stop. And I’m not done yet. In fact, I’m just getting started.
With Adam being sick, certain things have fallen apart. Yeah, they’ve got their ranch hands and other staff. But the ranch is lacking management, and it shows.
I’m going to stay in Wild Bronco for as long as it takes to get things running right again. I owe it to the Beaumonts.
“Kay has a hot streak,” Adam continues. “Loyalty has always been a big thing for her.”
I nod. There’s an implied message here, and I receive it loud and clear.
“But,” he continues. “She’s more forgiving than she thinks. You two are overdue for a long talk. The longer you put it off, the harder it’ll be to have it.”
“I don’t think she wants to talk to me,” I reply.
“She’s stubborn,” Ella sighs.
“Don’t give up,” Adam says, giving me a meaningful look. “Good things don’t come easily.”
No, they don’t. And they can be lost in the blink of an eye.
CHAPTER 5
KAY
The Blue Horseis loud and crowded, two adjectives that make my skin crawl.
There’s a reason that I own a coffee shop and not a bar. Fiction & Foam is cozy and quiet.
The Blue Horse is…well, it’s exactly what I expected. Blaring music, neon lights, and the stench of whiskey and bad cologne permanently soaked into every surface.
I agreed to join my friend Nadia here tonight because I needed a distraction. Nadia was over the moon when I agreed to come with her, used to me declining her invitations to go out and party.
Admittedly, I’ve been ignoring my social life for several years while I worked on starting my small business. While my friends were partying and dating, I spent my early twenties building a business.
I always thought that this “partying at bars” thing could wait until later.
But now? I feel so out of my element.
Clearly, I wore the wrong shoes. Everyone here is either in heels or sparkly cowgirl boots. I’m in my sneakers.
I also didn’t put on any makeup before leaving my house. My hair is in a ponytail and I didn’t bother to put my contact lenses in, so I’m wearing my large blue-rimmed glasses that I usually reserve for hanging around at home.
But Ididwear a skirt tonight…only because the constrictive fabric of pants is still painful on my thigh.
My thigh…the place that Sam touched, his hard hand soft and gentle, smoothly gliding the slippery, sticky ointment over my tender, burned skin.
It felt far more intimate than such a mundane act has any right to feel. It felt…sexual.
I shudder and Nadia looks at me.
