You've never been called a beast before.” Chase's
smile got even bigger. “He's been called many things…” He ticked them off with his
fingers as he named them. “Tripod, stumpy, gimpy, and my favorite, footloose, but
never beast.”
Alex laughed. “Okay, so the little guy woke me from a dead sleep, and I accidentally
launched him off my bed.” She walked over and picked the sleeping dog up. His eyes
opened and his tail started wagging as he placed sloppy kisses all over her face.
“I was just trying to apologize to the little guy, and didn't know you had company.
I suppose I'll have to head over to his place and apologize.”
“Oh, please,” Haley said as she walked into the room. No doubt she'd been standing
in the doorway behind Alex the entire conversation. Alex looked over at her younger
sister; she looked like she'd been out working in the barn. Her clothes were covered
with straw and sweat. “We all know that the last thing Grant wants from you is an
apology.” She chuckled as she walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottled
water, taking a long drink before shutting the door. “Besides, he's still out back,
loading up the hay he bought from Chase.”
“He bought hay from us?” Alex walked to the kitchen window, but the barn was blocking
any view other than the front of his dark truck.
“Yeah. He bought the farm down the road a while ago, but he hasn't had a chance to
plant any hay on his fields this season. We had extra and could use the money,” Lauren
said, looking down at the paper.
“I'm going for a ride,” Alex said to the room, then turned and walked out without
another word.
She rushed across the yard, but slowed down when she reached the side of the barn.
She could hear him moving the large hay bales around, but couldn't see him over the
flat trailer, which was half full of bales. Looking back towards the house, she saw
three sets of eyes peeking out the kitchen window at her. Straightening her shoulders,
she turned the corner and bumped solidly into a bare, sweaty chest full of muscles.
She tried to take a step back, but tan arms came up and held onto her.
“Sorry.” She felt herself falling backwards, then forward, then backwards again. Finally,
she landed sideways on a bale of hay. The wind was knocked out of her lungs as a very
sweaty and half-naked Grant landed on top of her.
Instantly, she could hear laughing coming from the house and felt her back teeth grind
as she tried to shove the heavy male off her. He was soaking her shirt with sweat.
Now she'd need another shower before she could go riding. Then she looked up and lost
her breath again.
Grant's hat was pushed back on his head. His eyes were laughing down at her, and his
smile was contagious. She forgot all about his sweaty body lying on hers and started
laughing with him. She didn't even know why she was laughing. He pushed up off her
and the laughter dropped away. The muscles in his arms bulged as he did a push-up
to remove his body from hers. When her laughter stopped, he paused and looked down
at her. “I'm sorry, are you okay?”
She nodded her head, because her mouth had gone totally dry. There was no way she
would have been able to form a single vowel, let alone put together a whole word. How had he gone from pudgy, glasses-wearing, zit-faced boy to this? Did he even need glasses anymore?
“Where are your glasses?” she asked looking up into his blue eyes. Had she ever realized
his eyes were so blue behind those thick lenses?
He smiled a little and held himself above her. “I had Lasik eye surgery a few years
back.”
“Oh.” She felt stupid lying under him, but didn't really want him to move at the moment.
She was sad when he finally did. He reached down and helped her stand.
“I guess I was too busy to notice you standing there.” He picked a few strands of
hay out of her hair. “I didn't hurt you, did