"I liked your hair better red...blond
looks good, but you don't look like you anymore. You and Karlie are supposed to look alike, you're twins." With another hug,
Dixie took off running toward the house.
Out of the mouths of babes, Katie thought,
and twirled the end of her hair around her finger. Maybe she had
been hasty going with the heavy highlights. She'd just been so mad,
and so desperate to be an individual, she probably took it
overboard. Katie would give it a few days and see if it grew on
her...if not, she'd visit a salon again, maybe in Henrietta.
"Sheesh, you weren't kidding when you said
she's a handful..." Cassie said shaking her head.
"She's a good kid, she just needs a little
direction...reminds me of someone else I know, when she was a
kid."
"She sure as hell does, now that you mention
it," Cassie hooted then slapped her thigh, before she got up and
brushed off her behind. "I better go check on Bella, it's about
dinner time for her."
Katie inhaled deeply taking in the smell of
fresh cut hay, and wildflowers, then looked up at the afternoon sun
and said, "Gosh, it's beautiful out here, makes me want to lay down
and take a nap," she said with a wide yawn.
"Help yourself, there's plenty of good
napping places out here, my favorite is down by the creek in the
west pasture. You're welcome to take one of our horses out
there...just watch out for snakes. It's getting cooler, so they're
not as bad, but this year has been awful," Cassie told her with a
shiver, then smiled and walked across the pasture toward the
house.
Katie shivered too, because she wasn't fond
of creepy crawlies either. She might be a country girl, but she'd
never lived on a farm, or been around snakes. Except for the time
she spent at the Rockin' D with Dixie and Tommy, she'd never really
had a home base, for long anyway. Growing up, Uncle Jerry had a
house near Henrietta, but they'd only stay there during the school
year. He hired a lady to stay with them, when he had to travel
during the school year. When the last bell rang for the year
though, they were on the road again with the rodeo. Uncle Jerry had
always made sure they were well taken care of, and she missed him
terribly.
Standing up, Katie brushed off her behind
then walked back toward the barn where her rig was parked. She
unhitched it, and drove the truck up by the house and parked, then
wrangled one of her suitcases from the bed, to get a change of
clothes and her work boots.
What she had on was nice, and worked for
riding her bike, but didn't work so well for traversing the uneven
ground of a farm. After zipping her suitcase back up, she shut the
tailgate then walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. It
was slowly opened and in the doorway stood handsome Luke Matthews
with a chunky dark haired baby in his arms and a bottle in his
hand.
"This must be Bella," Katie said with a big
grin and patted her behind.
"Yep, sure is," he said with a goofy grin
and then gave Katie a once over then whistled, before he said,
"Wow, sugar, you sure look different."
"Yeah, hair dye accident," she said with a
self-conscious chuckle. The blond hair definitely was a bad idea,
she decided.
"Holy shit, is that a tattoo?" he asked and
leaned down to inspect the she-devil's tail that curled over the
waistband of her shorts.
She felt blood rush to her face and she
stammered, "Tattoo gun accident?"
His grin broadened and he snorted, "That dog
won't hunt sugar, but I'll give you a pass. Too much tequila?"
She looked left and right then winked and
whispered, "Yep...that's my story and I'm sticking to it."
They chuckled then he led her inside and to
the kitchen, where Karlie and Cassie were chopping vegetables. He
smiled lovingly at Cassie, then took a chair a good ways away from
them and put the bottle back in Bella's full little lips. She
sucked it looking up at her daddy adoringly, then put her hand on
his chest. Katie's
looks good, but you don't look like you anymore. You and Karlie are supposed to look alike, you're twins." With another hug,
Dixie took off running toward the house.
Out of the mouths of babes, Katie thought,
and twirled the end of her hair around her finger. Maybe she had
been hasty going with the heavy highlights. She'd just been so mad,
and so desperate to be an individual, she probably took it
overboard. Katie would give it a few days and see if it grew on
her...if not, she'd visit a salon again, maybe in Henrietta.
"Sheesh, you weren't kidding when you said
she's a handful..." Cassie said shaking her head.
"She's a good kid, she just needs a little
direction...reminds me of someone else I know, when she was a
kid."
"She sure as hell does, now that you mention
it," Cassie hooted then slapped her thigh, before she got up and
brushed off her behind. "I better go check on Bella, it's about
dinner time for her."
Katie inhaled deeply taking in the smell of
fresh cut hay, and wildflowers, then looked up at the afternoon sun
and said, "Gosh, it's beautiful out here, makes me want to lay down
and take a nap," she said with a wide yawn.
"Help yourself, there's plenty of good
napping places out here, my favorite is down by the creek in the
west pasture. You're welcome to take one of our horses out
there...just watch out for snakes. It's getting cooler, so they're
not as bad, but this year has been awful," Cassie told her with a
shiver, then smiled and walked across the pasture toward the
house.
Katie shivered too, because she wasn't fond
of creepy crawlies either. She might be a country girl, but she'd
never lived on a farm, or been around snakes. Except for the time
she spent at the Rockin' D with Dixie and Tommy, she'd never really
had a home base, for long anyway. Growing up, Uncle Jerry had a
house near Henrietta, but they'd only stay there during the school
year. He hired a lady to stay with them, when he had to travel
during the school year. When the last bell rang for the year
though, they were on the road again with the rodeo. Uncle Jerry had
always made sure they were well taken care of, and she missed him
terribly.
Standing up, Katie brushed off her behind
then walked back toward the barn where her rig was parked. She
unhitched it, and drove the truck up by the house and parked, then
wrangled one of her suitcases from the bed, to get a change of
clothes and her work boots.
What she had on was nice, and worked for
riding her bike, but didn't work so well for traversing the uneven
ground of a farm. After zipping her suitcase back up, she shut the
tailgate then walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. It
was slowly opened and in the doorway stood handsome Luke Matthews
with a chunky dark haired baby in his arms and a bottle in his
hand.
"This must be Bella," Katie said with a big
grin and patted her behind.
"Yep, sure is," he said with a goofy grin
and then gave Katie a once over then whistled, before he said,
"Wow, sugar, you sure look different."
"Yeah, hair dye accident," she said with a
self-conscious chuckle. The blond hair definitely was a bad idea,
she decided.
"Holy shit, is that a tattoo?" he asked and
leaned down to inspect the she-devil's tail that curled over the
waistband of her shorts.
She felt blood rush to her face and she
stammered, "Tattoo gun accident?"
His grin broadened and he snorted, "That dog
won't hunt sugar, but I'll give you a pass. Too much tequila?"
She looked left and right then winked and
whispered, "Yep...that's my story and I'm sticking to it."
They chuckled then he led her inside and to
the kitchen, where Karlie and Cassie were chopping vegetables. He
smiled lovingly at Cassie, then took a chair a good ways away from
them and put the bottle back in Bella's full little lips. She
sucked it looking up at her daddy adoringly, then put her hand on
his chest. Katie's
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