Meadowlarks Read Free

neutered, and I won't begin to tell you the guilt I felt about that one.
                  I explain the late night encounter with the red-haired fox, and she rolls her eyes and frowns at Rex.
                  “I'll bring him in and check him out. You can stay out here and wait if you like. We will probably be twenty minutes or so.”
                  I nod and sit down with a copy of National Geographic. There’s not much of a selection on the old wooden coffee table. I smile and shake my head at the thought of Rex chasing the fox, and as fast as it ran by me in the barn, a new thought crashes through my mind.
                  Red hair... the beauty . The breathtaking beauty. I haven't seen her again, not since my awkwardness at Zeke's.
                  Forget it, Blaine, she didn't even see you.
                  My mind tells another part of me to let the thought go.
                  Yeah, I know, I know...but her boyfriend did all right. He caught you, holding your dog food, peeping over the shelving unit and salivating like a 12 year old hiding in the girl’s locker room.
                  I shake my head at myself and at where my thoughts are most likely headed.               It's been what? Seven months since Quinn? She was the last girl I dated. Well, if you can call only sex and nothing else “dating”. Then okay—I dated the shit out of that girl.
    Quinn Masterson was the girl in high school that didn't kno w she was beautiful, not like Gwen Wolf. She wore clothes that were too far big for her, instead of something more her size that would let you appreciate her sexy curves. She moved to Arizona for college and then came back about two years ago with a teaching degree. She’s now a chemistry teacher at Sheridan High.
                  If I had a teacher that looked like her in high school, I definitely would have flunked chemistry just to have her all over again. Hot for teacher!
                  Quinn and I reconnected at The Wolfbarrow over a year ago and hit it off. I didn't mention how I felt about her in high school; instead I played it cool, letting her think I didn't notice her until she came back to Sheridan. We spent more time in bed than anywhere else. We didn't do the dinner thing, movies or coffee. We had sex on almost every surface in my house, and even a few times outside when we didn't make it indoors.
                  We were great physically, but emotionally? We were complete opposites.
                  Quinn started to hint around the L word and I, like an asshole, shut that runaway train down before it collided head on with another. I don't know why I wasn't ready for that type of relationship. My parents had been happily married, and both of my older brothers are currently and have children, too. I guess I’m at a loss for a reason as to why I am so different.
                  “Blaine?”
                  I snap back to the present, and Dr. Jenkins has returned to the waiting room with Rex.
                  “Rex is fine. He didn't contract rabies, and his leg is okay too. Just a small sprain.”
                  I smile and sigh with relief.
                  “I suggest he takes it easy for a few days, and then he will be back to good.”
                  “Thanks, Doc.”
                  I look down at Rex and purse my lips. He looks up at me, eyes lit up and happy as a clam. Heading over to the reception desk to pay for the visit, I catch something out of the corner of my eye.
                  A big malamute comes through the door and behind him…it's her. This time I see all of her—large blue eyes and that flowing auburn hair.
                  Well, hello again…s ays the familiarity in my jeans that I felt at Zeke's the first time I saw