by e v e n t e r » Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:57 pm
Willa
Windy Acres Ranch – Twenty four
"Crazy mother trucker undercover lover...She’s country!”
Willa watched Brent's face, and no emotion wavered on his face. Dang. She thought she might have him. Willa was testing Brent, whether he knew it or not. A couple of times, when she had mentioned Matt, he seemed a little disturbed, and that gave Willa an idea. She was serious about her comment 'even though you dont', but at the same time, if he did, she wanted to see it on his face. But the emotion never showed and surprisingly it hurt deep down inside. However, just like she always had done, Will kept it locked away, looking at Mannie. "I dont want to take your attack dog." Her eyebrows lifted at him almost in a tired manner. "What if you get mobbed by girls screaming 'OMG YOU ARE SOOO HOT!!!' ?" The image that flashed in her head, caused Willa to bury her face into the crease of her arm to hide a laugh.
The 'personally spies' part was not off by much, but she didn't say anything. Willa would take Taco, to keep herself safe, and give herself a piece of mind until her pup was old enough to come home. Though Taz probably wouldn't know exactly what to do, he could try. His talk about the bonfire only made her sigh, and look longingly at the far off mountains. Asking her to go with him, she would feel horrible if she refused. Wow was she getting soft! "Fine Ill go with you, but be prepared for me to walk away at certain times." Though she didn't say it, being with Brent and having fireworks seemed perfect. Yup...she was losing it. Oh well.
"Yes, because I have a secret boyfriend." Willa rolled her eyes at him again, but gave a tiny smile at the tug of her lips. "Id be the last girl any guy would want. Im pretty sure they would settle for a camel first." The phone she was holding to her ear came to life with Josh's voice.
"Josh!" Her voice was worried. "Have they said anything? Is he okay? What happened?" The questions spilled out faster than the waters of niagra falls.
⊰ Somewhere behind the rider you've вᴇcoмᴇ,
the hours of ᴘᴙʌcтɪcᴇ you've put in, the coaches that have ᴘυsнᴇᴅ yoυ,
the fences you've нɪт, the bones you've вᴙoκᴇɴ, the hard falls you've тʌκᴇɴ,
the loɴɢ ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ , the sнoᴙт ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ, the cнɪᴘ, the sтᴙɪᴅᴇs,
the ᴇqυɪтʌтɪoɴ, the sᴡᴇʌт, the тᴇʌᴙs, the вlooᴅ, the вlɪsтᴇᴙs,
the ᴙɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ jᴇʌɴs, the ᴡool jʌcκᴇтs on 100 degree sυммᴇᴙ ᴅʌys,
the lʌмᴇ horse, the cᴙʌzy horse, the "ʌᴙᴇ yoυ sᴇᴙɪoυs?" horse, and ᴇvᴇᴙyтнɪɴɢ in between...
soмᴇᴡнᴇᴙᴇ behind all this is the little girl who fᴇll ɪɴ lovᴇ with the нoᴙsᴇ,
the sᴘoᴙт, and the ɪᴅᴇʌ and ɴᴇvᴇᴙ looκᴇᴅ вʌcκ. ⊱
⊰ ᴇvᴇɴтɪɴɢ ⊱