The directions said to start with a quarter dropper, but Kat rolled her eyes. This wasn’t some average anxiety, so she needed a full dose. She placed it beneath her tongue and held it there for thirty seconds, then swallowed.
It tasted somewhat like s’mores, but had a bitterness that wasn’t quite right. If it worked, she didn’t care—she’d lick dirt if it made her feel a little better.
Kat paced, waiting for the drops to take effect, to feel that loosening of her muscles and slight fuzziness to her thoughts she needed. However, as the minutes ticked by…nothing.
Maybe she just had a high tolerance? She placed another dropper full beneath her tongue, repeating the process from before. After another ten minutes, when she was sure it wasn’t working, she tried yet again.
Then the drops caught up with her…
* * * *
Bradley rotated his arm as he rubbed his shoulder. He’d been giving one of his mares a shot, but the horse had figured out that if she pinned him to the side of the truck, he couldn’t give it.
Thankfully, one of the ranch hands had been there to help deal with the unruly mare.
She was one of his favorites, of course. He’d named her Brat, and he’d had her for five years. She’d come to him when her old owner had abandoned her, moving and thinking she was more trouble than she was worth. A horse rescue who he’d worked with before had reached out, and Bradley had always been a sucker for a hard case.
Five years later, and he couldn’t help but smile at the spirited girl.
Of course, his shoulder wasn’t smiling.
His phone rang, and he let out a loud sigh. He could always just ignore the call. It was late and about his whole life was on the ranch, which meant emergencies didn’t really happen.
The ringing stopped as Bradley turned on the shower. Heat would soothe his muscles, then he could turn on the television and fall asleep watching some dumb show he didn’t give a damn about.
Except, the ringing of his phone went off again. He left the water going so it would warm, then answered the call, a number he didn’t recognize there. “What?”
“How dare you send me to voicemail.”
Bradley frowned at the voice, his brain not working fast enough to identify it.
Still, the person went on. “I sucked your dick, and that should give me immediate answer status.”
And that tells me exactly who it is…
There was only one woman who would ever dare to call him and say such things.
“Charming as always, aren’t you, Kat?”