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Macie: Of course…
Reid: Cole! If you give me a headache, I’ll bruise you.
Cole: Anddddd I beat Paisley. You’re welcome.
Reid: Don’t care.
Holden: Neither.
Sawyer: Someone has a crush…
Cole: Shut up. I’m coming down.
Sawyer: HAHA we all know it.
Sawyer: Guys?
Sawyer: I hate being so far away.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Macie
“How’sitalreadypackedhere?” Cole questions, looking around at the Calloway Farm. On the other side of town, this massive property is home to our local round ups and rodeo’s. Flat pastures, stands surrounding the arena, an older looking farm house and paddocks full of livestock and horses—it’s the epitome of country.
Walking beside Cole, Reid trails behind with Holden, Aspen and his parents.
“I think the whole town is here,” I answer, glancing around.
“Of course they are. The round ups are exciting,” Cole adds as we stop near the stands.
Dust picking up, we shuffle our way up the clanging metal stairs to the third row. Sitting on a cold metal bench between Cole and Hazel, I peer over for a second to see Reid at the other end. Quietly, he sits with Holden who is telling Aspen something. Cole slaps my thigh to get my attention.
“What?”
“Do you think you could get some snacks? I’m starving.”
“We just ate dinner,” Ideadpan.
Cole flicks his brows. “I’m still growing.”
My eyes roll. “Thank goodness. Let’s hope you grow some more maturity, too,” I grumble. He pinches my thigh. “Ow!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he claps back.
I sigh heavily before turning towards him, clashing with innocent blue eyes that I know are as mischievous as they are nice. For once he’s not wearing a smirk, giving me a flicker of hope that Cole might actually listen to me this time. “I mean, that you need to stop being such a baby when it comes to…her,” I grit out, my hands fisting on my lap as more people shuffle into the stand around us.
“I’m not immature,” he grounds out, folding his arms tightly across his chest.
The laugh that bubbles out of me is loud enough to draw Hazel's attention. “Why don’t you just talk it out, whatever is between—”
“Nope,” Cole enunciates, popping then.
“Why not?” I shoot back.
His mouth twitches, the pinch in his forehead deepening. I shuffle in my seat, wondering what on earth made him dislike Paisley so much. “She did something unforgivable,” Cole answers quietly, which is very unlike him.
My throat works as music plays through the speakers and the crowds start to get riled up. I wrap my hand around his rough one. “Whatever it is, maybe it’s time for you to let it go. You can’t hate her forever.”
