Goodbye Girl (Hidden Lane Ranch) Read Online Free PDF

looking forward to going
out. It’d been a hell of a couple of weeks and maybe having a few drinks and
letting off some steam would be good for me.

 
    I shoved the money into my purse and
nodded, swallowing my apprehension. I felt safe with these people and it
wouldn’t hurt to stick around for a bit. I’d just have to keep my guard up and
not get too close to anyone.

 
    We went back out to the truck and
headed downtown. “I talked to Wyatt and he’s at the saloon already. I guess
Clint is going to be there soon too. I don’t know what’s up with him going out.
He never wants to go out to the bars,” she muttered and rolled her eyes.

 
    The butterflies went into overdrive
at the mention of his name. He may make it hard for me to not get close to
anyone. Whenever I got near him, the sexual tension between us was so thick you
could almost cut it with a knife. I started thinking about him lying back in
bed in those jeans, smiling at me. I took a deep shaky breath. Yeah, staying
away from him was going to be a challenge for sure.

 
    “So where are you from?” Eliza
asked, her eyes on the road in front of her and putting an end to my fantasy.

 
    “New York,” I really didn’t want to
give any more details than I needed to; it was just better for everyone that
way.

 
    “Where were you headed?”

 
    “Not sure,” I shrugged. “Somewhere
out west.”

 
    Eliza got quiet then, but I had a
feeling she wanted to ask me more but I was glad she didn’t push for more
information. Maybe one day I would share more about myself, but I wasn’t ready
yet.

 
    We turned the corner onto the
quaintest little downtown I’d ever seen. It almost looked like something out of
the movies. It was a little hard to tell since it was dark and the only light
coming from the street lights, but, I could see that the buildings were
well taken care of even though they were quite old. It was clean and there were no harsh
brightly lit signs from clubs like I was used to in the city.

 
    Eliza parked the truck in front of
one of the buildings. I couldn’t help but snicker at the name - ‘Saloon’. I had
thought that’s what they called it instead of calling it by name but I guess
that was the name of the bar.

 
    She turned off the truck and turned
to me with a grin. “Ready?”

 
    I nodded, a little intimidated by
the thought of hanging out with everyone and meeting more new people. We jumped
out of the truck and headed for the door. I could already hear the faint sounds
of country music blaring and I had to fight back a laugh. If someone had told
me even week ago I’d be living and working on a ranch, I would’ve told them
they were on crack; yet, here I am at an actual saloon full of people with cowboy
boots and that plays country music. Total craziness but it felt totally right.

 
    Eliza opened the door and we walked
in. The place had an old rustic feel to it. The floors were made of wood and I
had to look down when I felt a crunch under my sandals; there were discarded
peanut shells all over the place. The walls were covered with the heads of
various dead animals. Country music was blaring from the speakers.

 
    It was busy, but not packed; not
like the clubs I went to where you were shoulder to shoulder with people and
had to weave your way through the crowd. The crowd was filled with an eclectic
group of people; there were young people like Eliza and me and older people. Almost
everyone had on cowboy boot or a cowboy hat though; some even had both. I felt
a little out of place in my strappy sandals.

 
    “Rachel! Eliza!” Wyatt was waving to
us from the corner of the bar. He was with a couple other guys that looked like
they came out of a Wrangler or truck ad. This place was full of hot-ass man
candy and I was surprised Eliza was single with all the opportunities running
around.

 
    “Hey,” he said when we got to the
table. He offered to get us a beer and took our orders before heading