“What’s going on? Auction closings never happen that fast. Even when the paperwork is rushed and payment is made, they still take a minimum of a few weeks,” Alex said in alarm.
“Should I slow down?” Aspen asked as the car’s speed began to drop. “They’re using the easement that’s on our line of the property.”
“Keep going, Aspen. I’ll message your father and ask him to go see what’s happening.”
“Maybe we should send Andrew? He seemed closer to the age of the guy that bid on the property.” Rory made a good point. Our brother was intimidating at first glance, but he had a heart of gold. Unless you pissed him off or messed with his sisters. He traveled a lot as a contract lawyer doing various jobs for the farm but always returned when one of us was in trouble.
Except this time, it wasn’t just us. There was a chance that whatever was going on at the old house would affect our farm.
I pulled my eyes away from the home and watched Mom type away on her phone. The clicking of her nails was the distraction I needed.
“Your father said he’d head over there to see what’s what. Andrew is out in California at a robotics convention.” Luckily there was a straight path on our land that led to the decrepit home. Us girls used to ride our bikes that way in the summers.
“Andrew is never home anymore. Why’d he have to move to Knoxville? He only comes to the ranch once a week unless Dad is harvesting or needs to have a meeting.” Aspen missed our brother more than anyone. Being the youngest, by the time she was born, he’d left the coup for college.
Mom left Aspen’s earlier question lingering in the air as we approached the farm’s entrance. Its stone pillars, iron gate, and white picket fencing were breathtaking even in their slightly worn-down state.
There was something regal about the entry to the ranch. It gave a very different first glance than when you traveled through the gates to find the miles of corn fields. The front fields were not of corn, but of wheat-grass that wasn’t harvested. They were for display only. My parents kept it as another barrier to keep people out of their property. Dad used to call it our grassy moat before arriving at the castle. The castle of stone and wood and large pane windows overlooking the farm.
It never ceased to take my breath away whenever the vehicle careened over the hill and into the valley where the house sat. I may be in love with the newly purchased farmhouse next door, but my parents’ house was – home.
Once the car came to a stop, Aspen and Rory flew out of the vehicle while Alex and Mom took their time. I sat nestled against the passenger door trying to figure out my next move. It was obvious a nap was in order after a glass of water and an aspirin, but what was I going to do after? Not just today, but moving forward. I knew I had made that promise to my father, and one month was such a short time. Before I knew it, it would be time to make a decision. Until recently, I never questioned my decisiveness, now I am worried about making the wrong choice. How would I know if it was the right one?
A knock sounded on the window where my head rested and I jumped to attention. Mom stood on the other side with a careful smile. She was treading carefully around me and that made me feel even more terrible that I lost the bid on the family home. I felt like a disappointment all over again.
“Come on, sweetie. No sense in wasting the day in the back of a car unless you have a handsome man sitting next to you,” my mother said with a casual wink.
“Mom!” I said thoroughly grossed out at her innuendo as I stepped out of the car.
“What? I was a young adult once, too. I remember the days of being a little wild and crazy.”
“I don’t want to hear this,” I mumbled with my hands over my ears, so everything sounded muffled as I stepped onto the porch.
“Hear what?” Alex said as I stepped through the door.
“Mom is being weird,” I explained as I continued through the hall toward the kitchen, where I checked on my sunflower. She needed clean water and I quickly took the vase to the sink and refilled it.
Mom’s phone buzzed as I made my way back to the island and set the flower in the center. I could feel the headache building along with the cotton mouth that was always a tell-tale sign for me that I’d had far too much to drink. I really hope my parents were making something carb-filled for dinner to soak up all this alcohol from earlier. Otherwise, I had a feeling I’d still be feeling this way, or worse, in the morning.
Grabbing a glass from the cabinet by the sink, I filled it with tap water as I searched the drawer next to me for some aspirin. I came up short just as Alex nudged me with her hip and handed me the bottle. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one searching for some relief.
I chugged the water, then filled up the glass again before taking the medicine. I was starting to feel a bit woozy from the day. Definitely not from the numerous drinks I’d indulged in.
“I need to lie down,” I whispered to Alex just as she laughed and nodded her head toward Rory who was snoozing on the couch while sitting up. Her head was tilted back against the cushions and her mouth was as open as the front door.
The front door that my father passed through minutes later.
“Hey, everyone. I have someone I want you to meet,” my father called out from the front of the house, his voice echoing around the thick walls.
“Oh, no,” Alex said in a disgruntled voice. I looked over to find her brows furrowed closely together and her lips pursed as if she’d eaten a sour lemon.
Confused, I whispered to her, “What’s going on?”
“Girls, this is Colton Crawford. He’s the man that bought the house next door.”
I hadn’t turned away from Alex, wanting to see her reaction first. And by the way her eyes widened in shock, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. Gosh, I hope it wasn’t one of those developers Aspen had been speaking of at the auction.
It was too quiet in the house. No one said anything in the seconds after my father’s introduction. Reluctantly, I pulled my stare from Alex and sought the man of the hour. His shoes were new, with smudges along the side like he’d just trudged through fresh mud. His jeans were distressed, but the kind you purchased that way. Designer brand. The shirt was navy blue with a texture that reminded me of the long johns my dad wore when he worked outside in the winter. Hesitantly, I took in his face and gulped. It was the man from the store. The man that I’d felt up without meaning to, though I’d never apologize for it. The man that held my gaze like he knew me inside and out.
The man who smirked as he said, “I see you kept my flower.”
“Um. . .I. . .” Viciously, my stomach began to churn and I hastily wrapped my hand over my mouth. As I bit back the urge, I rushed toward the bathroom. “I’m going to throw up.”
Chapter Seven – Colton
“Well, I’m not sure what to say about that,” Mr. Easterly said with a heavy sigh from beside me.
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, either. I’d recognized her the moment I’d set foot in their kitchen. She wasn’t facing me, so it gave me a chance to take her in. She was a bit shorter and curvier than her sisters, something I appreciated. I’d always been drawn to petite women. The long waves of her hair were pinned up on top of her head in some sort of messy ponytail-bun combination. I didn’t know what to call it.
When our eyes met, I felt that same spark of awareness I’d felt at the grocery store on Saturday when she collided with me. But I’d also been struck dumb and had no idea what to say, so I said the first thing that came to mind when I noticed the flower I’d given her set in a vase on the counter.
Somehow that triggered an avalanche of conversation around me as the woman bolted off looking an uneasy shade of green.
“So, you’re the guy,” one of the other women in the room said as she wobbled in her attempt to sit on a barstool at the kitchen island.
“What guy?” I asked her.
From the attached living room, a sleep-filled voice called out, “The one that gave my sister a flower at the store.”
