said quickly. “Not anymore. Not after last night.”
“Well then,” he said, folding the omelet, “you got no reason to say no.”
Colleen licked her lip for a moment, impressed with how smooth he was. It was true, though. She had no reason to say no.
No doubt, Roland would be camped outside her place right now waiting for her to come home. He’d rail and yell, and God knew what else.
All of the city and its bull turned her stomach. Things were so calm here. In all her life, she’d never felt more at peace.
Why couldn’t she stay here with Tucker?
“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I can’t think of a reason myself.”
“So you’ll stay?” he asked with a wide grin.
“I’ll stay.”
“Hot dog,” he cried out and slid the omelet from the pan onto a plate. “And breakfast is served.”
Chapter 3
The days fell into a smooth groove after that. He showed her around the ranch and gave her duties so she’d feel useful.
It kept her busy, and after she sat by the fence and watched him practice on his horse for the competition. Colleen had no idea what happened at these things, so she didn’t know what to expect.
Watching Tucker practice, though, was a thing of beauty. The man and his horse moved like they were of a single mind.
The power of his arm impressed her more than anything as he threw the lasso around targets, and later as he chased his own goats about the yard. It was like a cannon!
Click. BANG!
And whatever he was chasing was suddenly on the ground and tied. She wasn’t going to lie, she wouldn’t mind being tied up by him. The thought of her hands behind her back as he pulled her hair…
The days passed, and he never made a move. A perfect gentleman. Always and above all else, he made her feel beautiful, special.
The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her. After that conversation about rudeness when she had first arrived, she was always mindful of her manners.
It wasn’t one-sided, though, which is what she loved most. Tucker always asked with a “please” and received with a “thank you.”
In all things, he was respectful and polite.
Over time as she grew more comfortable, she told him more about Roland. She told him about the way he’d yell at her for being fat, saying she ate like a starved cow and the way she chewed made him sick. It’d made her embarrassed to eat in front of anyone.
The night she’d run, he’d just finished insulting her in front of their so-called friends – none of which said anything to stick up for her – and then he wanted to mess around in the car.
When she said no, feeling too disgusted and hurt to even think about it, he became violent. All she remembered after that was running.
Even as she tried to recall that night, all she could think of was running. The exhaustion in her body, the fear. She didn’t even remember finding his house and falling asleep on the porch.
Tucker sympathized and they drank wine together. Still, even with her pouring her heart out to him, she expected him to take advantage of her vulnerability, but he never did.
A sweet kiss on the cheek, compliments about how beautiful she was and how happy he was that she did find his home, but nothing more.
In time, he shared his history. The poor man. He’d been born in this house, grew up on the ranch helping his father with everything.
When he was a teenager, his parents died in a car accident. The court had deemed him mature enough to become head of the household, and he was left here to look after himself.
Depression had taken ahold of him, and he’d gained weight. In little time at all, he’d become too heavy to compete which only depressed him more. The ranch began falling apart.
He couldn’t recall what exactly had done it, maybe the disrepair of the barn, maybe the dead vegetable garden, but he’d finally had
“Well then,” he said, folding the omelet, “you got no reason to say no.”
Colleen licked her lip for a moment, impressed with how smooth he was. It was true, though. She had no reason to say no.
No doubt, Roland would be camped outside her place right now waiting for her to come home. He’d rail and yell, and God knew what else.
All of the city and its bull turned her stomach. Things were so calm here. In all her life, she’d never felt more at peace.
Why couldn’t she stay here with Tucker?
“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I can’t think of a reason myself.”
“So you’ll stay?” he asked with a wide grin.
“I’ll stay.”
“Hot dog,” he cried out and slid the omelet from the pan onto a plate. “And breakfast is served.”
Chapter 3
The days fell into a smooth groove after that. He showed her around the ranch and gave her duties so she’d feel useful.
It kept her busy, and after she sat by the fence and watched him practice on his horse for the competition. Colleen had no idea what happened at these things, so she didn’t know what to expect.
Watching Tucker practice, though, was a thing of beauty. The man and his horse moved like they were of a single mind.
The power of his arm impressed her more than anything as he threw the lasso around targets, and later as he chased his own goats about the yard. It was like a cannon!
Click. BANG!
And whatever he was chasing was suddenly on the ground and tied. She wasn’t going to lie, she wouldn’t mind being tied up by him. The thought of her hands behind her back as he pulled her hair…
The days passed, and he never made a move. A perfect gentleman. Always and above all else, he made her feel beautiful, special.
The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her. After that conversation about rudeness when she had first arrived, she was always mindful of her manners.
It wasn’t one-sided, though, which is what she loved most. Tucker always asked with a “please” and received with a “thank you.”
In all things, he was respectful and polite.
Over time as she grew more comfortable, she told him more about Roland. She told him about the way he’d yell at her for being fat, saying she ate like a starved cow and the way she chewed made him sick. It’d made her embarrassed to eat in front of anyone.
The night she’d run, he’d just finished insulting her in front of their so-called friends – none of which said anything to stick up for her – and then he wanted to mess around in the car.
When she said no, feeling too disgusted and hurt to even think about it, he became violent. All she remembered after that was running.
Even as she tried to recall that night, all she could think of was running. The exhaustion in her body, the fear. She didn’t even remember finding his house and falling asleep on the porch.
Tucker sympathized and they drank wine together. Still, even with her pouring her heart out to him, she expected him to take advantage of her vulnerability, but he never did.
A sweet kiss on the cheek, compliments about how beautiful she was and how happy he was that she did find his home, but nothing more.
In time, he shared his history. The poor man. He’d been born in this house, grew up on the ranch helping his father with everything.
When he was a teenager, his parents died in a car accident. The court had deemed him mature enough to become head of the household, and he was left here to look after himself.
Depression had taken ahold of him, and he’d gained weight. In little time at all, he’d become too heavy to compete which only depressed him more. The ranch began falling apart.
He couldn’t recall what exactly had done it, maybe the disrepair of the barn, maybe the dead vegetable garden, but he’d finally had
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