up to the
bar.
He came back to the table with a few
beers. Eliza grabbed hers and took a drink before looking at him with a grin. “So,
where are the girls from last night?”
Wyatt’s face turned a shade of red
I’d never seen on another human being before and his eyes darted over to me. I’d
heard some rumblings during dinner how his mother had caught him with two girls
last night.
“Um, I don’t know,” he stammered.
Eliza shook her head with a smirk. “Ma
told me you brought two girls home last night. Seriously, Wyatt…Under the same
roof as your mother?” She shuddered. “Did she even say anything today?”
He shook his head sheepishly. “No,
and I kept waiting for her to all day.”
“No fair,” Eliza mumbled. “If I
brought home two dudes she’d have a fit, but because you’re a guy, she lets it
slide.”
Wyatt’s friend Steve perked up. “Well,
you could bring Jackson and me home tonight and see what she does.”
Eliza looked at him with horror. “What?
Are you crazy? No way! I’ve known you boys since we were five years old. Ick.”
Jackson pretended to look
heartbroken as we all laughed. Maybe that was why Eliza was still single. It
was a small town and her choices were probably limited.
“So who’s the new girl?” Steve
nodded at me and took a drink of his beer.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Eliza
turned to me. “Rachel, these are two of my brother’s asshole friends, Steve and
Jackson.” She fought back a grin despite the look of horror on Jackson’s face. “Guys,
this is Rachel. She’s my new assistant on the ranch.”
The boys took turn shaking my hand. “Don’t
listen to anything Eliza says about us,” Jackson warned me.
“Well, if you’re friends of Wyatt’s,
I have to say I probably will have to believe her” I teased and winked at
Wyatt.
We continued laughing and drinking
as we sat around the table. Everyone was so nice and I couldn’t believe how
they accepted me into their group with no questions asked. Back home everyone
was so weary of any outsider.
I found myself watching the door for
Clint; Eliza had said he was coming, but maybe he’d changed his mind. Why
couldn’t I get him out of my head? If I was going to keep my distance from him,
the less I saw him, the better.
“Want to dance?” Eliza asked me. I
glanced towards the dance floor; there were about ten people out there dancing
to some country song I’d never heard before. Who was I kidding? I hadn’t heard
most country songs before.
“Yeah, let’s dance!” Wyatt said,
grabbing my hand and dragging me out to the dance floor.
I’d had a couple of beers by now and
was feeling more relaxed so I didn’t put up much of a fight. Eliza and Jackson
followed us and we danced like crazy, working up a sweat. They tried to teach
me some line dancing, but I wasn’t the most coordinated and ended up in a fit
of giggles. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much fun.
A slow song came on and I was about
to get off of the dance floor when Wyatt grabbed my arm. “Let’s dance. I
promise I won’t bite.”
I couldn’t resist the boyish grin he
had on his face and Eliza was slow dancing with Jackson, so I agreed. It was
just a slow dance anyway, not marriage.
He wrapped his arms around my waist
and I had to admit, his strong arms felt good. I seriously loved the way the
men in Wyoming were built. With all the hard work they did, they were all
muscle.
We swayed to the music, each lost in
our own thoughts. I thought about Seth back in Buffalo and shivered. Thankfully
Wyatt didn’t even seem to notice. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone here about him.
The bruise on my face was getting better and I was able to pretty much hide it
with make-up, so hopefully I would never have to speak of him.
The slow song ended and I was about
to exit the dance floor when Wyatt spun me