Page 34 of Take My Name
Warren
Pretty sure I only implied I wasn’t gonna make you dig your own grave.
Maisie
You’re not as funny as you think you are.
Warren
Who said I was joking?
Maisie
I’m not coming until you can promise I’m not going to die.
My nerves are on fire as I think about what he’s planned. Admittedly, I’ve gotten used to living in the city and haven’tstepped foot on a ranch until two days ago. Anxiously, I wait for his response, which takes him a solid three minutes.
Warren
You should know by now, I’d never let you get hurt. We’re going to have fun, and you’re going to get rid of the stick up your ass, so prepare yourself.
Maisie
What kind of half-ass backward compliment is that?
Warren
You’re wound tight, Maze. I saw it the moment I opened the door.
Maisie
I have a stressful job, but that doesn’t mean I have a stick up my ass!
Warren
Guess you’ll have to prove me wrong.
Goddamn him.
chapter seven
Warren
I don’t usuallywork on the weekends unless there’s an emergency or project that needs to get finished, but I needed something to keep myself busy before I go stir-crazy.
Unfortunately, I could only find enough stuff to do at the stables until noon, so I texted my childhood best friend, Silas, to meet me for lunch. We’ve been through everything together, so he knows all about the rollercoaster that is Maisie’s and my relationship. He’s going to give me so much shit when I share the details.
“Hey, man!” His face lights up, sliding out of the booth to hug me.
“How’s it goin’?” I ask, then sit across from him.
We met at Willow Branch Grill, a bar and restaurant downtown that we’ve been to dozens of times since before we could legally drink alcohol.
“I’ve been on edge since you texted that you had to tell mesomethin’. What is it?”
Before I can respond, our server approaches and asks for our drink order.
“Budweiser on tap, please.”
