Gone Country (Rough Riders 14) - Page 98

Sierra shifted her stance, acting as if she needed to talk but wasn’t comfortable doing so in front of Quinn.

Quinn caught the vibe and slid off the tailgate. “I best be goin’.”

“Thanks for bringing the horses over today.”

“Not a problem. Just holler anytime you wanna ride.” Quinn tugged on Sierra’s hair. “You can ride any time you want after you get the doctor’s official all clear on your physical therapy.”

“You’re gonna be so surprised when I just show up, demanding riding lessons, Q.”

“I look forward to it.” Quinn drove off.

Sierra dropped her backpack on the ground and moved in to hug him. “Hey Dad.”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, enjoying this sweet spontaneous hug. She held onto him for the longest time. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him. “You okay?”

“I just had a bad day. Nothing specific happened, I’m just feeling kind of sad. I miss my mom.”

“I know you do, sweetheart.”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. I’m low on Dad hugs and need some Dad time.”

Gavin held her a little tighter. “So we should do something after your physical therapy appointment.”

“Just you and me?”

“Sure. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

She nodded against his chest and sighed.

Moments like these were worth suffering through every slamming door and petty fight. “I’ll run in, grab my wallet and leave a note for Rielle.”

“I hope it won’t hurt her feelings that we’re doing something without her.”

That Sierra even mentioned it was a sign she’d accepted Rielle as a permanent part of their life—he refused to look at it any other way.

May…

“You know, I think it’s sucky that Boone isn’t taking you to prom this weekend.”

Me too. “Prom is so not his type of thing.”

“How would he know if he’s never been to one?”

“You do have a point.” She couldn’t tell Marin that Boone couldn’t afford to take anyone to prom. What girl would ride on the back of his bike in a fancy dress?

You would. In a freakin’ heartbeat.

Marin sighed heavily. “I just don’t get you, McKay.”

“What did I do now?”

“You turned down Paxton Green’s invite to prom, which is just stupid because hello, he’s hot, sweet and…did I mention hot?”

“Several times.”

“So you should’ve said yes. We should be in Rapid right now trying on slutty prom dresses.”

Sierra laughed. “You really think my dad would let me wear a slutty prom dress out of the house?”

“Hell no.” Marin grinned. “I didn’t say we were gonna buy them, just try them on.”

“I suppose I’d be wearing f**k me heels too, with this imaginary slutty prom gown?”

“Naturally. And carrying a sparkly rhinestone purse big enough to fit a flask, condoms and a small handgun.”

“You are so crazy-wrong.”

“What is crazy-wrong is that you’re not goin’ to prom with pretty Paxton the bulldoggin’ stud, because you’re mooning over boring Boone.”

“Mooning. As if. We’re friends. That’s it. Besides, prom wouldn’t be any fun if you weren’t there, Marin, so that’s really why I’m not going.”

“Bull. But next year we’re double dating no matter what.” A few minutes passed and Marin complained, “Why are we sitting out here? I can feel my white skin frying like bacon and more freckles popping up on my face.”

Sierra knocked her foot into Marin’s. “It’s a gorgeous day. Warm air, blue skies. No snow. One thing I miss about Arizona is soaking up the sun. So suck it up, cupcake, and sit here with me until Rielle picks me up. I do all sorts of stuff with you that I don’t want to.”

“Like what?” Marin challenged.

“Like listening to country music.”

She snorted. “I’ll admit that there are worse things we could be doin’ than watching the guys on the track team running around in shorts and tank tops.”

“Have you ever thought about going out for track?”

“Not until right this minute…omigod.” Marin peered over the tops of her sunglasses. “Who is that guy in the black shorts and white wife beater running sprints by the fence?”

Sierra didn’t even hesitate to say, “Boone,” with a sigh.

“Really? I didn’t recognize him without his thug hat and coat on. Is that why you made me come here? So we could drool over him from afar?”

Yes. “No. I’m waiting for a ride, remember?”

“Sierra—”

“Fine. I want to talk to him, okay? I’ve texted him a couple times and I haven’t heard back. And I don’t wanna come across as”—desperate—“a pest, so I hoped I’d see him.”

“What do you want to talk to him about?”

“Whether he’s coming to the branding. I’m supposed to share my McKay family history report—the stuff that didn’t make it in the actual school report—and since he helped me so much, I hope he wants to be there.”

“How’s he supposed to see you if you’re crouched down in the grass?”

Sierra’s gaze slowly tracked over Boone’s body—obviously amazing even at this distance. His skin gleaming, his muscles straining as he performed a pivot and run body conditioning exercise. The last time she’d spoken to him, he’d talked about a new strength and stamina training regimen. She’d asked tons of questions until he’d offered to demonstrate his new moves, which made her feel a little pervy, but a victorious pervy.

“Sierra?”

She said, “What?” offhandedly, keeping her eyes on Boone as he bent forward. Nice buns. But she preferred them in jeans.

“I said how is Boone supposed to notice you if you’re halfway across the damn football field?”

“He knows I’m here.”

“He does? How?” Marin demanded.

It’d sound like a lie, or at least wishful thinking, if she told Marin she knew Boone had watched her walk the entire way from the gym exit. “He, ah, waved to me.”

“Huh. I didn’t see that.” Marin stood and brushed the grass from her rear. “You sure you don’t need a ride? I could drop you off on my way home.”

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