“We can do that. I figured you’d want to see some of Galveston, but if farm animals are what you’re after, I’ll come pick you up shortly,” he offers.
“I’d love that. Would you rather I drive to you instead? It doesn’t make much sense having you drive all the way over here to turn around and drive back too.” Even though we just met last night, the hours we’ve spent together have made it feel like Wolf and I have known each other for months instead.
“Not a problem, sunshine. I have to stop at the bar and bank, then I’ll swing by your place to pick you up. Will you be ready in an hour or so?” he asks.
“I can be ready in less than thirty minutes if need be.” I’m already heading towards the master bedroom. What was once going to be a lazy morning is definitely turning into a hurry up and start the day instead.
“No rush, I’ll call you when I’m about ten minutes out.” I’m not even sure if I have clothes to wear to someplace that has animals. I mean when I packed, it was for the beach. This might be harder than I thought.
“That’s fine. I still need to eat and figure out first world problems in the form of clothing.” A laugh bubbles out of me. I hear his deep chuckle on the other end, making my heart beat faster because Wolf is seemingly taking me like I am.
“It’s not that hard, sunshine. Throw on a shirt, some shorts, and closed toed shoes. If you’re wanting to hang with the animals, you don’t want to step in manure.” I really should have packed better.
“That might be a problem. All I have is a pair of slip-on shoes. Will that be okay?” I ask, if anything, I can run to the store, buy some cheap shoes, and go from there.
“Should be. If not, I know Mom leaves shoes here all the time when she’s out at the house to grab eggs from the hens or when I need her to meet the neighbor to come get his heifers out of my pasture and I’m at work.” I guess that solves my shoe problem.
“That works. I’ll be ready whenever you are. Thank you, Wolf.” A dreamy sigh escapes my lips.
“Sunshine, it’s really not a lot. You’re welcome though. Now, go eat something and get ready. Hopefully, this doesn’t take longer than normal, and I’ll be your way soon enough,” Wolf responds.
“Alright, see you soon.” My mind is already in a whirlwind of what could happen. One thing’s for sure, all of my worries have seemed to disappear since the moment my eyes landed on Wolf. A job that’s slowly drowning out my joy is a distant memory, and for that I’m thankful.
“Later, Reese.” We hang up, my mind goes to food and once again my clothing choice. I don’t want Wolf to have to wait around on me. Plus, I can’t wait to see Wolf in his surroundings.
Five
Wolf
Reese is wholeheartedly into being on my small farm. It’s only five acres, nothing like what my friends have in their backyards. This works for me though, it’s enough to make some extra money, and it’s what I do in my downtime, a way to decompress. With Reese here, though, it’s like I’m experiencing all of her firsts vicariously through her. The smile that’s been plastered on her face the past hour is enough for me to stand outside here all day, even when she’s wearing my mom’s mud boots that are two sizes too big.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” She’s sitting in the field, grass surrounding her, waiting to see if one of the baby calves will leave its mother’s side so she can pet it.
“Yep, I sure am.”
“I’m thinking you might have to wait another week or so. Then the cows might come closer.” I hop over the fence that I was leaning on instead of using the gate. The way Reese bites at her lower lip, telling me she enjoyed the view, has me strutting like a peacock towards her.
“Then I’ll have to come back.” I sit down behind her, spreading my legs around hers, allowing her to lean back, giving me her weight. To be fair, the need to have her surrounding me or touching her has fast become an obsession.
“Anytime you want to come out here, you’re more than welcome to.” My place is only a thirty-minute commute from Galveston, where the bar is, but the place I call home is definitely here in Hitchcock. Whereas Mom lives in the height of the beach area, I chose to find something that would suit my needs and had some type of farmland, like I did as a child.
“You better watch out. I might overstay my welcome.” Reese’s head moves to my shoulder. A purr leaves her lips when I tip my head down, lightly grazing my lips against the column of her neck.