Page 9 of Skye's Fall
“I was in a different weight class until recently,” he replies.
“So, you’ve never fought Memphis?” I ask.
“I’d love to, but no.” Memphis snorts but keeps quiet. Men in his field can be so competitive even when they are friends.
“Someday soon, maybe,” I say sweetly and glance at Memphis, who just grins.
“No shop talk,” Ever says as she passes out plates and silverware.
Everyone digs in and I’m petrified that I will poison everyone. I don’t eat, just sit there waiting for the disaster that I feel is bound to come.
“Wow, this is good,” Linc murmurs. London nods and Memphis is on his seconds. I look at Ever and she winks.
“Skye cooked it.” London keeps eating, but Linc and Memphis stop and stare at me and Ever.
“You serious?” Memphis looks skeptical. Thanks, friend.
“She did,” Ever beams proudly at me.
“It’s good,” Linc mutters and keeps eating. I’ll take that compliment.
“You did good, Skye.” Memphis nods at me.
Maybe there is hope for me after all. It’s not that I need to learn to cook for some stupid dating show, but just to be able to survive. On top of that, what guy is going to want to marry me if I can’t cook?
That’s the goal someday— to find love again.
Chapter Six
Lincoln
Skye is a lot of things, but a cook isn’t one of them. She tried to bake me cookies one time and they were so burnt, they crumbled when she tried to take them off the cookie sheet. I humored her, put them in a bowl, covered them in milk, and ate them like cereal. But I have to admit, that the noddle dish was good, though I won’t say that to her.
I grab my plate and head to the kitchen, not wanting to be around her one more minute. I agreed to keep my mouth shut and the thirty minutes of dinner was excruciating. It’s not that I have anything to say to her, it’s just being in the same room with her makes me feel everything. All the anger, sadness, and love comes to the surface. When I’m near her, I feel like Old Faithful, about to burst. But unlike Old Faithful, what I have to say won’t be pretty.
“Tomorrow, we will go to Dad’s and work on the barrels,” I hear Ever say and that has me freezing in place. What is Skye up to?
“I appreciate the help.”
“You’re going to need it,” Memphis adds. “Sal has this whole all-around cowboy love fest thing in his head and the people he’s picked are the best in the business.”
What?
“Do you know who he’s picked?” Skye asks.
“I do.” Memphis leans back in his chair, contemplating on saying who the other contestants are.
“Wait, if this is an ultimate cowboy/cowgirl love show, why is London a judge?”
That’s a good question and one I hadn’t thought of.
“It’s not just cowboys and cowgirls. He’s picked a few of the guys I know from the circuit, some are entrepreneurs or rock stars. And while a few of the girls are cowgirls in the very sense, the others are your average run-of-the-mill girl next door types. You won’t be just doing barrel racing or riding bulls, you’ll be baking and dancing, among other things,” London says.
“I should clarify that you are the only cowgirl, Skye,” Memphis adds.
What in the ever-loving hell have I got myself into?
“It’s going to be an interesting season,” Ever retorts.
