made me feel.”
“I love you Casey. I didn’t fool around with Bobby and Jody.”
“It’s okay,” she said wiping her tears away with her sleeve.
He tipped her chin up and gently kissed her lips. “No, it’s not. I need you to believe me,” he whispered holding her even tighter.
“I need to use the washroom,” she said.
He drove over to the pumps and helped her out of the truck.
“I’ll be few minutes,” she said not looking at him.
He filled the tank up, bought two large coffees, chocolate bars and a hot dog each. He was waiting in the truck when she opened the door and climbed in.
“Thank you,” she said taking the coffee and hot dog. Finished eating they pulled back on the highway, heading for Dallas.
An hour later Bobby relaxed. She had curled up on the seat, her head and one hand on his thigh and fell asleep. He rested his hand on her shoulder, needing to touch her and comfort her.
It was dark when he pulled over on the outskirts of Dallas and gently woke her.
“I need directions,” he said, his hand brushing her hair off her face. He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.
“Turn left at the next lights. It’s a rural road. Just go straight and I’ll tell you when to turn.”
He drove slowly, trying to miss the potholes, the empty trailer bouncing behind them. Finally she said, “Go real slow and then turn in the next driveway and follow it up to the house.”
Stopping next the house he turned the truck off.
“Come in,” she said her voice close to tears. He followed her in and waited until she turned the lights on.
Pulling his boots off, Bobby followed her into the kitchen. Everything was neat and clean without any clutter and no extras. She put coffee on and asked him if he wanted a drink.
“Coffee’s good,” he said watching her.
She handed him a large mug and he followed her into the living room. Sitting next to her taking a sip he waited, praying she would talk to him.
“Thanks for driving me home,” she said. “I know I would have never of made it.”
“I’ll always be here for you Casey.”
“I’m not sorry I hit you.”
“You can beat on me whenever you want to if it helps,” he said. “as long as you talk to me after.”
“I don’t hate you,” she whispered. “I just don’t know what to do now.”
She was close to tears, still hurting. He moved closer to her. “Why don’t you take a shower and crawl into bed? I’ll sleep in the truck and see you in the morning.”
“You can sleep on the couch. I’m going to take a shower and then you can too if you want.”
The shower didn’t quite drown out the sounds of her sobs. When she came out in a nightie she said, “Your turn.” He took a quick shower and pulled his jeans back on. She’d left him a pillow and a blanket on the couch and turned the lights down low.
Bobby woke to her snuggled up against him on the couch, her arm around him, his around her. He bent and kissed her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she said sitting up. “I didn’t want you to wake up.” He picked her up and carried her into her bed, crawled in next to her and held her tight against him. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll just hold you Casey.”
He couldn’t sleep, his mind woking overtime. He had to persuade her to come home with him, trust him and love him. She had to know how much he loved her and needed her. He thought about the weather, what he could do to help her and finally how he wanted to make love to her.
CHAPTER TEN
The sun poured in the window, bright and warm. Coffee was ready but she wasn’t there. Pulling his boots on he grabbed a cup of coffee and went out side. She had cleaned the trailer out, her saddle sitting on the corral fence. He walked over to the small barn and found her cleaning out a stall. Looking around he saw two stalls with a tack room and feed room. He watched her and listened, relieved that she wasn’t crying.
“I’ll be back in a
“I love you Casey. I didn’t fool around with Bobby and Jody.”
“It’s okay,” she said wiping her tears away with her sleeve.
He tipped her chin up and gently kissed her lips. “No, it’s not. I need you to believe me,” he whispered holding her even tighter.
“I need to use the washroom,” she said.
He drove over to the pumps and helped her out of the truck.
“I’ll be few minutes,” she said not looking at him.
He filled the tank up, bought two large coffees, chocolate bars and a hot dog each. He was waiting in the truck when she opened the door and climbed in.
“Thank you,” she said taking the coffee and hot dog. Finished eating they pulled back on the highway, heading for Dallas.
An hour later Bobby relaxed. She had curled up on the seat, her head and one hand on his thigh and fell asleep. He rested his hand on her shoulder, needing to touch her and comfort her.
It was dark when he pulled over on the outskirts of Dallas and gently woke her.
“I need directions,” he said, his hand brushing her hair off her face. He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.
“Turn left at the next lights. It’s a rural road. Just go straight and I’ll tell you when to turn.”
He drove slowly, trying to miss the potholes, the empty trailer bouncing behind them. Finally she said, “Go real slow and then turn in the next driveway and follow it up to the house.”
Stopping next the house he turned the truck off.
“Come in,” she said her voice close to tears. He followed her in and waited until she turned the lights on.
Pulling his boots off, Bobby followed her into the kitchen. Everything was neat and clean without any clutter and no extras. She put coffee on and asked him if he wanted a drink.
“Coffee’s good,” he said watching her.
She handed him a large mug and he followed her into the living room. Sitting next to her taking a sip he waited, praying she would talk to him.
“Thanks for driving me home,” she said. “I know I would have never of made it.”
“I’ll always be here for you Casey.”
“I’m not sorry I hit you.”
“You can beat on me whenever you want to if it helps,” he said. “as long as you talk to me after.”
“I don’t hate you,” she whispered. “I just don’t know what to do now.”
She was close to tears, still hurting. He moved closer to her. “Why don’t you take a shower and crawl into bed? I’ll sleep in the truck and see you in the morning.”
“You can sleep on the couch. I’m going to take a shower and then you can too if you want.”
The shower didn’t quite drown out the sounds of her sobs. When she came out in a nightie she said, “Your turn.” He took a quick shower and pulled his jeans back on. She’d left him a pillow and a blanket on the couch and turned the lights down low.
Bobby woke to her snuggled up against him on the couch, her arm around him, his around her. He bent and kissed her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she said sitting up. “I didn’t want you to wake up.” He picked her up and carried her into her bed, crawled in next to her and held her tight against him. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll just hold you Casey.”
He couldn’t sleep, his mind woking overtime. He had to persuade her to come home with him, trust him and love him. She had to know how much he loved her and needed her. He thought about the weather, what he could do to help her and finally how he wanted to make love to her.
CHAPTER TEN
The sun poured in the window, bright and warm. Coffee was ready but she wasn’t there. Pulling his boots on he grabbed a cup of coffee and went out side. She had cleaned the trailer out, her saddle sitting on the corral fence. He walked over to the small barn and found her cleaning out a stall. Looking around he saw two stalls with a tack room and feed room. He watched her and listened, relieved that she wasn’t crying.
“I’ll be back in a
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