medium-sized barn was off to the
right in front of this second bunkhouse where they'd stopped. A
grassy area was fenced off from each door in the side of the barn,
and horses grazed lazily in each section.
Being raised in the city, as close as Terri
had ever been to a farm animal was seeing them in the back of
trailers when people were moving them through the city to the
auction or to their property. She didn't know how to ride a horse,
hadn't ever been near one. They were so big, they kind of
intimidated her. That was something she was probably going to have
to overcome living out here.
Pulling her keys from the ignition, Terri slid
out of the car and the wind brought the earthy smells of the
animals to her nose. That was something she was going to have to
get used to...especially right next door to where she
lived.
She saw Dylan get out of the truck, and he
walked over to her. "There are seven bedrooms left to choose from.
You might want to look at the end of the hall away from the
barn."
"I'll take it!" she laughed and wrinkled her
nose.
"Thought that might be the case," he grinned.
"Do you ride?"
"In a car?" she said purposely
misunderstanding him.
"No, on a horse," he hooted.
"Nope, wouldn't know which end was
which--you'll have to teach me the ropes," she told him with a
wink.
"It would be my pleasure, ma'am," he responded
with a sexy grin which caused the dimple in his cheek to dent. "You
go look at that bedroom and see if it's the one you want, and we'll
haul in your boxes."
Dylan turned and walked toward the truck, and
Terri's eyes latched onto his butt. She didn't know what it was
about cowboys and the way they filled out their jeans, but she was
definitely a fan.
The large bedroom at the end of the hall was
also the closest to the bathroom, which thrilled her. Maybe she
could get a jump on the guys in the mornings and get her shower
first. Having worked the day shift at the hospital, she was used to
getting up early. Walking over to the double bed against one wall,
she sat and tested out the mattress, bouncing a few times. It
wasn't as soft as the one she'd put in storage, or as big, but it
would do.
Matt, the quietest of the cowhands, walked
through her door with two boxes in his arms and looked around the
box at her. "Where do you want these?"
"Over by the dresser, please," she told him
and he went over there and sat them down, then smiled at her and
left the room.
Next Sheedy walked in with two more boxes and
sat them down by the others then he left too. Finally, Dylan
brought in the rest and put them down. "You need anything else, you
let me know," he told her then added, "Supper is up at the big
house in an hour. Penny gets mad if we're late, so you might want
to listen for us leaving...."
Terri wondered who Penny was, but didn't
ask...if the woman scared that big strong cowboy, Terri wasn't
going to tempt fate. She pushed up off the bed and walked over to
the boxes. "I better get a move on then!"
Forty-five minutes later, she'd unpacked all
but one box, when she heard boot heels on the wooden floor in the
gathering room in the middle of the bunkhouse. She'd changed into
cutoff blue jean shorts that had seen better days and a button-up
shirt to unload her stuff, and hoped it was good enough for
dinner.
Her feet were bare, so she stomped on the new
cowboy boots she'd splurged on this weekend in Henrietta, then
grabbed her straw hat and patted it on her head. When in Rome,
dress like the Romans, she thought with a chuckle, then walked out
and shut her bedroom door.
All of the cowboys were razzing each other as
they filed out the door. It looked like they'd all cleaned up,
because Dylan had on a new western shirt, and it looked like he'd
changed jeans too.
Terri stopped and grabbed his arm and he
looked down at her. "Should I go change?" she asked
self-consciously.
His eyes traveled down her body then back up
to her eyes and he grinned "Heck no, you look great," he told her
then hooked his arm
right in front of this second bunkhouse where they'd stopped. A
grassy area was fenced off from each door in the side of the barn,
and horses grazed lazily in each section.
Being raised in the city, as close as Terri
had ever been to a farm animal was seeing them in the back of
trailers when people were moving them through the city to the
auction or to their property. She didn't know how to ride a horse,
hadn't ever been near one. They were so big, they kind of
intimidated her. That was something she was probably going to have
to overcome living out here.
Pulling her keys from the ignition, Terri slid
out of the car and the wind brought the earthy smells of the
animals to her nose. That was something she was going to have to
get used to...especially right next door to where she
lived.
She saw Dylan get out of the truck, and he
walked over to her. "There are seven bedrooms left to choose from.
You might want to look at the end of the hall away from the
barn."
"I'll take it!" she laughed and wrinkled her
nose.
"Thought that might be the case," he grinned.
"Do you ride?"
"In a car?" she said purposely
misunderstanding him.
"No, on a horse," he hooted.
"Nope, wouldn't know which end was
which--you'll have to teach me the ropes," she told him with a
wink.
"It would be my pleasure, ma'am," he responded
with a sexy grin which caused the dimple in his cheek to dent. "You
go look at that bedroom and see if it's the one you want, and we'll
haul in your boxes."
Dylan turned and walked toward the truck, and
Terri's eyes latched onto his butt. She didn't know what it was
about cowboys and the way they filled out their jeans, but she was
definitely a fan.
The large bedroom at the end of the hall was
also the closest to the bathroom, which thrilled her. Maybe she
could get a jump on the guys in the mornings and get her shower
first. Having worked the day shift at the hospital, she was used to
getting up early. Walking over to the double bed against one wall,
she sat and tested out the mattress, bouncing a few times. It
wasn't as soft as the one she'd put in storage, or as big, but it
would do.
Matt, the quietest of the cowhands, walked
through her door with two boxes in his arms and looked around the
box at her. "Where do you want these?"
"Over by the dresser, please," she told him
and he went over there and sat them down, then smiled at her and
left the room.
Next Sheedy walked in with two more boxes and
sat them down by the others then he left too. Finally, Dylan
brought in the rest and put them down. "You need anything else, you
let me know," he told her then added, "Supper is up at the big
house in an hour. Penny gets mad if we're late, so you might want
to listen for us leaving...."
Terri wondered who Penny was, but didn't
ask...if the woman scared that big strong cowboy, Terri wasn't
going to tempt fate. She pushed up off the bed and walked over to
the boxes. "I better get a move on then!"
Forty-five minutes later, she'd unpacked all
but one box, when she heard boot heels on the wooden floor in the
gathering room in the middle of the bunkhouse. She'd changed into
cutoff blue jean shorts that had seen better days and a button-up
shirt to unload her stuff, and hoped it was good enough for
dinner.
Her feet were bare, so she stomped on the new
cowboy boots she'd splurged on this weekend in Henrietta, then
grabbed her straw hat and patted it on her head. When in Rome,
dress like the Romans, she thought with a chuckle, then walked out
and shut her bedroom door.
All of the cowboys were razzing each other as
they filed out the door. It looked like they'd all cleaned up,
because Dylan had on a new western shirt, and it looked like he'd
changed jeans too.
Terri stopped and grabbed his arm and he
looked down at her. "Should I go change?" she asked
self-consciously.
His eyes traveled down her body then back up
to her eyes and he grinned "Heck no, you look great," he told her
then hooked his arm
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