Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“I’m going to kick his ass, after I kiss him, that is.” While I’m annoyed, I can’t be mad. I never could when it comes to Trey Johnson.
“You have your work cut out for you. I know the feeling all too well. The office opens at seven and closes at seven. Feel free to stop by. Today just happened to be an earlier day.” I can hear Dean laughing in the background.
“Thanks, Tully, I appreciate all your help.”
“Anytime, it’s what friends and family do for one another.” We hang up, and I guess it’s time to finish cleaning up and head home. I’ve got a man to throttle.
FIFTEEN
SIENNA
The whole way home I’ve been seething. Okay, no I haven’t, but I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out Trey’s thought process on why he’d pay Champ’s vet bill. I spiraled down a rabbit hole of insecurities. Does he think I can’t afford Champ? Is he inserting his macho dominance, and this is how our future relationship is going to be? Or is this him being nice? Either way, I’m going to want to talk about this. The only problem I currently have as I pull up to the house is how I’m going to start the conversation. Which is another animal in itself. I’m head strong, can come off abrasive, when really, I’m super passionate if it’s something I care about.
I’m still somewhat of a mess from my day at the warehouse. I did the best I could with what I had to work with. At some point, Genevieve and I need to make a game plan to eventually buy the small space, see if we can convert it into a storefront and make the back half work for all the other stuff. Maybe even add a shower. I’d like to eventually drive my personal car instead of a farm truck. As it is right now, I’d ruin my car between the mileage, me being an absolute mess at the end of the day, and the rough terrain. What good would that do? I close my eyes for a minute, taking a deep breath, in through my nose and out through my mouth. One isn’t good enough, so I do it two more times. Okay, I can do this. Surely, I can have a conversation with Trey that won’t turn into a knock-down drag-out fight. We never had them before, and I don’t think we will now, but goodness did I see a lot of those happen during my college years. A guy or girl would go to a party, one or the other would end up with another person. The fighting began the minute the truth came out, and everyone heard everything. Some couples managed to make it work. Others, well, it became a smear campaign.
My truck is already parked, the keys are out of the ignition, and I’ve got my fingers wrapped around the handle. All I need is to pull on it, and I’ll have the door open and can step out of the truck. Which is what I’m forcing myself to do. This is not the end of the road. This is a minor bump. We’re going to have them, I know this, and that’s why I put my rear in gear. I grab my bag from the passenger seat, throw it over my shoulder, and close the door. My eyes wander around the miles and miles of land surrounding our property. In the distance there are cows, birds flying, and a breeze has the trees swaying. I’m looking for my raccoon family. I missed them this morning, and it seems they’re nowhere to be seen this evening, either.
“Damn, I wonder where they are,” I breathe out. Obviously, no one responds, not that I’d expect them to. It looks like the farm is already shut down for the night. Some horses are stalled. My girl Lucy is one of them. She’s a diva and wants to be left alone. Amos’ horse likes to wander back and forth, so he leaves a stall door open from the pasture. There are a few others like him and a few others like Lucy’s. Amos added a few other animals throughout the years. Goats and donkeys now live at the Ellison farm. Dad would totally shake his head if he were still around, and Mom would be happier than a pig in shit. I can imagine all the things she would make from goat’s milk, like cheeses and yogurts, and I’d bet even soaps of sorts. Maybe I should look into doing something like that once life settles down. Fat chance of that happening any time soon, but a girl can dream. Though, if Genny gets ahold of my idea, she’ll easily start coming to the farm more and take over in the best possible way. I’d bet she’d find time to make soaps and lotions. The woman has energy I’d like to bottle up and buy for myself. I can imagine her branding it in a way that would work for our storefront, and because she’s such a genius marketing guru, I’m sure it would sell out.