explained how the show would go. Would it get down to one guy and he would pick which woman he wanted? That would just cap off her humiliation. There were just too many awful scenarios to imagine. She mentally shrugged, it was too late now.
“I have no idea,” she told Dean honestly, “but you wanted to know what happened today right?” She wanted to change the subject back to his original question.
Dean nodded and Becky told him about how she and Marissa were on a double date and it was her turn to choose what they’d do on the date. She didn’t feel like going into the past dates and how disastrous they were for her, it was too embarrassing. She explained how Marissa had hurt herself and how she herself had been selfish and wanted to continue on to see Devil’s Canyon.
Dean told her as they walked, “It doesn’t seem to me that you were the selfish one, Becky.”
Becky sighed. “Well, if I’d just gone back like she wanted to when she twisted her ankle, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt and stranded here today.”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t have met me either,” Dean said with a cocky grin, reaching out to hold her hand again.
Becky smiled hugely, at both his words and his actions. “True, very true.”
After a small silence, Becky decided she’d tell Dean about her meeting with the coyote at the top of the trail. She didn’t know why she wanted to share it with him, other than the fact she needed something to talk about until they reached the parking lot, and besides, she thought he might appreciate it as much as she did.
“Something did happen to me on the trail, though,” she started, looking up at Dean while they walked.
“Are you okay?” he immediately asked, concerned.
She laughed and squeezed his hand lightly. “Nothing like that, I saw the most beautiful coyote while I was up there.”
Dean stopped and looked at Becky with surprise. “You did?”
“Yes, it was at the top of the trail. It’s beautiful there and everything was quiet and I heard something and looked over and there he was. Just sitting in the grass.”
“Were you scared?” Dean asked her quietly. Most women would have freaked out and screamed or something. Not his Becky. He smiled, he liked that. His Becky.
“Not really. Well, I was at first, but he just lay there, looking at me. He didn’t make any moves toward me. It was really peaceful, actually.”
Dean continued to smile at her. She was amazing. She was sensitive, and beautiful and tough, as he’d told her earlier.
“That sounds like it was a very fortunate meeting, Becky. You do have to be careful though, as you can’t trust all wild animals.” He felt compelled to say something about her trusting that coyote, even if it didn’t do anything threatening.
“I know,” Becky told him. “I’m not an idiot, but he wasn’t scary in any way. It was as if he fit into the atmosphere and I didn’t get any wild vibes from him! I was afraid for a moment it was rabid, but it wasn’t drooling or doing anything other than just lying in the grass, watching me. He was beautiful. I feel fortunate for being able to have had the experience. It’s hard for me to even think about how some people never will get to experience anything like this because they live in cities.”
“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Dean said mysteriously as they continued walking.
Becky heard the teasing note in his voice and laughed, not knowing exactly why. “And why is that, good sir?” She teased right back.
“My parents live near here and operate a wild animal refuge. They have a huge area just for coyotes that have been hurt or need relocating because they won’t stop harassing the local ranchers. They aren’t pets, but they’re given a place to roam and run and be free, but still be protected at the same time.”
Becky just looked at Dean in amazement. “Are you kidding?” she asked quietly, coming to a stop.
Dean stopped too, since they were holding hands and he
“I have no idea,” she told Dean honestly, “but you wanted to know what happened today right?” She wanted to change the subject back to his original question.
Dean nodded and Becky told him about how she and Marissa were on a double date and it was her turn to choose what they’d do on the date. She didn’t feel like going into the past dates and how disastrous they were for her, it was too embarrassing. She explained how Marissa had hurt herself and how she herself had been selfish and wanted to continue on to see Devil’s Canyon.
Dean told her as they walked, “It doesn’t seem to me that you were the selfish one, Becky.”
Becky sighed. “Well, if I’d just gone back like she wanted to when she twisted her ankle, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt and stranded here today.”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t have met me either,” Dean said with a cocky grin, reaching out to hold her hand again.
Becky smiled hugely, at both his words and his actions. “True, very true.”
After a small silence, Becky decided she’d tell Dean about her meeting with the coyote at the top of the trail. She didn’t know why she wanted to share it with him, other than the fact she needed something to talk about until they reached the parking lot, and besides, she thought he might appreciate it as much as she did.
“Something did happen to me on the trail, though,” she started, looking up at Dean while they walked.
“Are you okay?” he immediately asked, concerned.
She laughed and squeezed his hand lightly. “Nothing like that, I saw the most beautiful coyote while I was up there.”
Dean stopped and looked at Becky with surprise. “You did?”
“Yes, it was at the top of the trail. It’s beautiful there and everything was quiet and I heard something and looked over and there he was. Just sitting in the grass.”
“Were you scared?” Dean asked her quietly. Most women would have freaked out and screamed or something. Not his Becky. He smiled, he liked that. His Becky.
“Not really. Well, I was at first, but he just lay there, looking at me. He didn’t make any moves toward me. It was really peaceful, actually.”
Dean continued to smile at her. She was amazing. She was sensitive, and beautiful and tough, as he’d told her earlier.
“That sounds like it was a very fortunate meeting, Becky. You do have to be careful though, as you can’t trust all wild animals.” He felt compelled to say something about her trusting that coyote, even if it didn’t do anything threatening.
“I know,” Becky told him. “I’m not an idiot, but he wasn’t scary in any way. It was as if he fit into the atmosphere and I didn’t get any wild vibes from him! I was afraid for a moment it was rabid, but it wasn’t drooling or doing anything other than just lying in the grass, watching me. He was beautiful. I feel fortunate for being able to have had the experience. It’s hard for me to even think about how some people never will get to experience anything like this because they live in cities.”
“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Dean said mysteriously as they continued walking.
Becky heard the teasing note in his voice and laughed, not knowing exactly why. “And why is that, good sir?” She teased right back.
“My parents live near here and operate a wild animal refuge. They have a huge area just for coyotes that have been hurt or need relocating because they won’t stop harassing the local ranchers. They aren’t pets, but they’re given a place to roam and run and be free, but still be protected at the same time.”
Becky just looked at Dean in amazement. “Are you kidding?” she asked quietly, coming to a stop.
Dean stopped too, since they were holding hands and he
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