didn’t mean to frighten you. I got some overalls and things for you to try on. If they don’t fit, lemme know and I’ll find something else.”
“I’m going to be real honest with you, Tucker. I don’t think you could have anything that’d fit me.”
“Try ‘em on anyway. For me?”
Colleen sighed. That voice of his could get a girl in a lot of trouble. That southern drawl of his sent sexy shivers up and down her body. Unlocking the door, she opened it a crack.
In came a hand holding some clothes, and then another hand followed with some boots. Colleen closed the door after taking them and looked at the clothes.
Despite Tucker’s ripped body, the clothes he offered were more her size. How could he have clothes this size? They were far too big for him.
Confused but curious, Colleen removed the tatters of her clothes and the t-shirt he’d originally offered to cover herself, and tried on the shirt he’d just given her.
To her surprise, it was even a little big for her. The overalls were large enough, but too long in the leg. Undaunted, she rolled up the cuffs to her ankle before putting on the socks and trying on the boots. The boots were a bit wide, his feet obviously larger than hers, but they were good enough for now.
Self-conscious and feeling horrid, Colleen opened the door to the bathroom. Leaning against the back of the couch, arms crossed in front of his chest, one ankle over the other, Tucker looked like something out of a postcard.
He’d put on a shirt since she last saw him, and had on a white cowboy hat. Tipping up the hat with a push of his thumb, Tucker gave an appreciative whistle.
“Well hot dog, I’d never seen my clothes look so good before.”
Colleen smirked and gave a polite laugh, but knew a line when she heard one.
“I’ll bet you say that to all the ladies.”
“What ladies?”
“It’s a, ah, figure of speech.”
Tucker chuckled politely and smiled. “I know that. I’m asking, what ladies do you see about here? What ladies you think I talk to ‘round here?”
Colleen shrugged and tried to play it off with a smile as she looked around the house.
“I don’t know. I’m sure you have girls around here somewhere, right? There’s no way you’re here… all alone.” She looked at him. “Are you all alone out here?”
“Not all alone,” he said with a smile. Nodding his head toward the door he added,
“Come on.”
Colleen followed him out the door. Their boots clacked against the wooden boards of the wraparound porch. The dust and smell of manure were noticeable now that Colleen had spent some time inside and away from it.
Early morning rays were still streaking across the horizon, casting long shadows as they stepped off the porch and walked toward the large red barn nearby. Chickens roamed nearby, some clucking and flapping wildly to get out of the way as he walked through their small flock.
“You have chickens, too? Isn’t that a bit…”
“A bit what?”
“I don’t know, cliché?”
“Miss, this is a ranch. I have a few cows, horses, goats, chickens, and a vegetable garden ‘round back. It’s not cliché. It’s how self-sufficient ranches work.”
“All right, geez, I’m sorry.”
Tucker stopped walking and turned to face her. Surprised at his sudden stop, she slipped a little in the dust, nearly losing her balance, but with a quick spin of her hands she was able to right herself and look up at him.
“Is this how you treat people?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Normally, I mean. In your every day. Is this how you talk to them?”
Colleen looked around them to see if anyone was overhearing this, but all she saw were the animals, the dust, and the pastures. What was he even talking about?
“I wasn’t talking to you like anything. I was just saying—“
“That my ranch, my livelihood, is cliché.” Tucker
“I’m going to be real honest with you, Tucker. I don’t think you could have anything that’d fit me.”
“Try ‘em on anyway. For me?”
Colleen sighed. That voice of his could get a girl in a lot of trouble. That southern drawl of his sent sexy shivers up and down her body. Unlocking the door, she opened it a crack.
In came a hand holding some clothes, and then another hand followed with some boots. Colleen closed the door after taking them and looked at the clothes.
Despite Tucker’s ripped body, the clothes he offered were more her size. How could he have clothes this size? They were far too big for him.
Confused but curious, Colleen removed the tatters of her clothes and the t-shirt he’d originally offered to cover herself, and tried on the shirt he’d just given her.
To her surprise, it was even a little big for her. The overalls were large enough, but too long in the leg. Undaunted, she rolled up the cuffs to her ankle before putting on the socks and trying on the boots. The boots were a bit wide, his feet obviously larger than hers, but they were good enough for now.
Self-conscious and feeling horrid, Colleen opened the door to the bathroom. Leaning against the back of the couch, arms crossed in front of his chest, one ankle over the other, Tucker looked like something out of a postcard.
He’d put on a shirt since she last saw him, and had on a white cowboy hat. Tipping up the hat with a push of his thumb, Tucker gave an appreciative whistle.
“Well hot dog, I’d never seen my clothes look so good before.”
Colleen smirked and gave a polite laugh, but knew a line when she heard one.
“I’ll bet you say that to all the ladies.”
“What ladies?”
“It’s a, ah, figure of speech.”
Tucker chuckled politely and smiled. “I know that. I’m asking, what ladies do you see about here? What ladies you think I talk to ‘round here?”
Colleen shrugged and tried to play it off with a smile as she looked around the house.
“I don’t know. I’m sure you have girls around here somewhere, right? There’s no way you’re here… all alone.” She looked at him. “Are you all alone out here?”
“Not all alone,” he said with a smile. Nodding his head toward the door he added,
“Come on.”
Colleen followed him out the door. Their boots clacked against the wooden boards of the wraparound porch. The dust and smell of manure were noticeable now that Colleen had spent some time inside and away from it.
Early morning rays were still streaking across the horizon, casting long shadows as they stepped off the porch and walked toward the large red barn nearby. Chickens roamed nearby, some clucking and flapping wildly to get out of the way as he walked through their small flock.
“You have chickens, too? Isn’t that a bit…”
“A bit what?”
“I don’t know, cliché?”
“Miss, this is a ranch. I have a few cows, horses, goats, chickens, and a vegetable garden ‘round back. It’s not cliché. It’s how self-sufficient ranches work.”
“All right, geez, I’m sorry.”
Tucker stopped walking and turned to face her. Surprised at his sudden stop, she slipped a little in the dust, nearly losing her balance, but with a quick spin of her hands she was able to right herself and look up at him.
“Is this how you treat people?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Normally, I mean. In your every day. Is this how you talk to them?”
Colleen looked around them to see if anyone was overhearing this, but all she saw were the animals, the dust, and the pastures. What was he even talking about?
“I wasn’t talking to you like anything. I was just saying—“
“That my ranch, my livelihood, is cliché.” Tucker
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