Chasing McCree J.C. Isabella

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ones with pink laces and glitter on the logo. They weren t
like anything I d ever seen, but they would be comfortable
and sturdy, and she looked damn cute in them. How long
till we get there?
I eyed the upcoming road signs, Why?
She shrugged, Just wondering.
I glanced at her, Are you bored?
Not really& she laughed, shoving at my arm when I
rolled my eyes. It s been three hours since the last rest
stop. I just want to get out and walk around.
I checked the GPS. We were already in Tennessee.
Around eleven hours on the road. It says we ve got another
three hours till we reach the inn.
I can wait.
Yup. I smirked, watching her dig through her purse.
She pulled out a bag of peppermints and offered me one.
She d bought them at a gas station along with a cherry
cola. The cola was gone. Now three mints and half a
magazine later she was looking for something else to do.
When it was nearing the end of the first leg of out
trip, I slowed, pulling off onto the shoulder of the road. Briar
almost leapt from the truck to stretch her legs, she bounced
on her toes next to me, while I leaned against the open
truck door trying not to laugh.
Want to drive the rest of the way?
She glanced at the massive truck, and back to the
trailer. You re kidding.
Nah, you can t hurt it, and we re on a back road. Thirty
minutes from the inn.
She smiled, I don t know&
Come on, I ll be right next to you the whole way.
Okay, if you insist. I didn t insist, but a break would
be nice. I got in the truck and she climbed in next to me.
Behind the wheel her feet barely reached the pedals and
she squealed half the way.
But Briar handled it like a pro. She wasn t ready for
the highway, though she would get there.
You got it. I said, putting my hand on the wheel as
she turned a short time later down the long dirt drive of the
inn. Give it a little gas.
She clapped. This is fun.
Hands on the wheel, darlin , I grinned. If you think this
is fun, wait till I get you in a tractor.
She took her eyes off the road for a second to stare at
me. You have a tractor?
I stared at her. I have a ranch. A tractor is common for
that kind of atmosphere.
Is it big?
Depends on the one you pick. I motioned back to
the road and helped her steer it up the drive in front of a
large two-story house. She parked it, with only a little jerk,
next to another truck with a trailer hitched to the back.
We went up to the front door and rang the bell. A tall,
older man with a white handlebar mustache answered. He
was my kinda people. Just a good ol country boy. He
showed us up to the second floor to the room we could stay
in, and then took us out to the stables. I had Ash settled for
the night, with Briar keen on helping whenever she could.
We finally crashed in the upstairs room. I didn t even
bother changing. I kicked off my boots and fell right into the
squeaky twin bed, only to be awoken shortly after by a
phone ringing.
Hello? I glanced at the clock, bleary eyed. It was
seven in the morning. Shit. Time flew by.
Just lettin ya ll know we got breakfast downstairs if
you want to eat.
I thanked the woman on the phone and hung up.
Briar?
Hmm?
Time to get going, I pushed up on my elbows and
looked her over. She d fallen asleep on top of the covers,
and like me, hadn t bothered to change out of her clothes
from yesterday. I smiled. Breakfast is ready if you re
hungry.
She pushed her curls out of her eyes and squinted at
me. I m not human enough to be hungry until I shower.
I laughed, sliding out of the bed and heading for the
bathroom. Better hurry up then.
I threw on a clean shirt and pulled on my boots. Briar
took a little longer, but she emerged from the bathroom her
usual cheery self, ready to get on the road. The couple who
owned the inn fed us, and even gave us sandwiches for the
road.
I hooked up the GPS and Briar s eyes nearly bugged
out of her head. We have twenty five hours left of the
drive to your ranch?
I laughed, Yeah, we ll do fifteen today.
She nodded, taking a deep breath. We ll be in the
truck until eleven.
I warned you.
Hey, I m not complaining. She smiled. In fact, after
you fell asleep, I stayed up most of the night playing games
on my phone.
Why?
So I can do this& she pulled the hood of her jacket
up to cover her face. Goodnight.
I shrugged, Whatever works.
Chapter 12
Briar
I only slept for a few hours. Turns out I wasn t the kind
of person capable of snoozing in bright daylight with other
cars zooming past us on the highway. By lunchtime I was
wide awake, and climbing into the backseat of the truck to
grab a couple sodas and the sandwiches. Chase was
content behind the wheel most of the time, but he got a little
fidgety as the day wore on. We talked, I d pretend to sleep,
and he would make fun of me for trying. A few times we
stopped at rest stops to use the bathrooms and to stretch.
Ash was an old pro at riding in a trailer, and didn t seem to
care what we did. He just grazed on the little bit of hay
Chase had provided.
I checked in with Grandma via text throughout the
day. My parents were clueless, thinking I d gone to Boston
with her for the summer. Maybe it should have irritated me
that my parents were self-absorbed snobs, but I d been
around them my whole life, and could only roll my eyes and
hope one day they came to their senses. If not, at least I
had them as an example of what not to be like as I got
older.
Once night had fallen, we decided against stopping
for dinner, ate fast food, and plowed through, driving longer [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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