see his house from her dad’s back yard and it would be shorter if she could just drive as the crow flies. Unfortunately, there were pastured in between their houses and lots of fencing. She smiled as she thought about the expression on Sam’s face if she were to drive straight through his fences to get to her wonderful horses. He’d probably be apoplectic . It would really be nice to see Sam out of control instead of her, for once.
She went through her chores for the day, worked on the stable a bit more but at a much slower pace than she had previously. Someone had delivered an air gun with instructions and cautions on how to use it and Chloe was thrilled with how easy it was to get the roof finished with the new tool. She was careful though, not wanting to nail herself or any of her own body parts as she tried to nail down the roof pieces. Sam had sent over some helpers and she could see their work on the inside of the stable and she was extremely grateful for the boards that had been replaced, new locks on the doors installed and various other things she hadn’t even realized were broken.
After several hours of working and tinkering , she felt as if she’d made a great deal of progress.
Looking at her watch though, she noticed that she had to hurry if she was going to be ready for the evening. She had to not only get her dress on and do something with her hair, but she also had to mentally brace herself for an evening with Sam. She knew he was going to ask her questions and she wasn’t prepared to answer them.
She showered and pulled on a cotton robe with little roses on the collar, feeling silly and young. As she applied her makeup, she used a heavier hand than normal. With curlers in her freshly blow dried hair and an eye brow curler, she wondered what Sam would think of her in this getup. He would probably cringe and walk away, she thought with a smile.
Blue eye liner, black mascara, soft, blue eye shadow, pink lipstick, concealer to hide the dark circles under her eyes and powder. At least her face was ready. Pulling the curlers out of her hair, she managed to twis t the silky strands up into a high crown on her head, looking at a picture of a magazine. In the end, she thought she looked rather nice. She might not be able to cook, but she was pretty darn good at styling her own hair.
Pulling on the bright blue cocktail dress she’d never worn before, she felt pretty and sophisticated. And more than ready to face Sam.
Or so she thought. When the doorbell rang, her fingers immediately started shaking once again. She hated that but it couldn’t be helped. Picking up her black coat from years gone by , she hid her hands under th e coat as she walked through the cozy, lived-in family room with the tattered but extremely comfortable furniture to answer the door.
She hid her gasp as she took in Sam, in all his amazing glory as he stood there in a tuxedo and a dark , soft, cashmere coat. He was stunning, she thought as he ducked to walk through the doorway, taking off his cowboy hat as he entered.
“You look nice,” he said, his eyes traveling up and down her body. “Very nice,” he repeated , “even though it’s not red . ” He stepped forward and took her coat, something Chloe wasn’t anticipating. There was nothing she could do but give it to him so he could hold it for her as she slipped her arms through. “Thanks. You look rather dashing yourself,” she said breathily.
“Let’s go,” he replied, a moment before his hands landed on her shoulders. Her back was facing him or she would have seen it coming but as it was, she almost yelped when she felt his warm lips against the back of her neck. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. Too sexy,” he explained as he stepped back, then took her hand, placing it on the crook of his arm as he led her out the door.
The evening turned out to be
She went through her chores for the day, worked on the stable a bit more but at a much slower pace than she had previously. Someone had delivered an air gun with instructions and cautions on how to use it and Chloe was thrilled with how easy it was to get the roof finished with the new tool. She was careful though, not wanting to nail herself or any of her own body parts as she tried to nail down the roof pieces. Sam had sent over some helpers and she could see their work on the inside of the stable and she was extremely grateful for the boards that had been replaced, new locks on the doors installed and various other things she hadn’t even realized were broken.
After several hours of working and tinkering , she felt as if she’d made a great deal of progress.
Looking at her watch though, she noticed that she had to hurry if she was going to be ready for the evening. She had to not only get her dress on and do something with her hair, but she also had to mentally brace herself for an evening with Sam. She knew he was going to ask her questions and she wasn’t prepared to answer them.
She showered and pulled on a cotton robe with little roses on the collar, feeling silly and young. As she applied her makeup, she used a heavier hand than normal. With curlers in her freshly blow dried hair and an eye brow curler, she wondered what Sam would think of her in this getup. He would probably cringe and walk away, she thought with a smile.
Blue eye liner, black mascara, soft, blue eye shadow, pink lipstick, concealer to hide the dark circles under her eyes and powder. At least her face was ready. Pulling the curlers out of her hair, she managed to twis t the silky strands up into a high crown on her head, looking at a picture of a magazine. In the end, she thought she looked rather nice. She might not be able to cook, but she was pretty darn good at styling her own hair.
Pulling on the bright blue cocktail dress she’d never worn before, she felt pretty and sophisticated. And more than ready to face Sam.
Or so she thought. When the doorbell rang, her fingers immediately started shaking once again. She hated that but it couldn’t be helped. Picking up her black coat from years gone by , she hid her hands under th e coat as she walked through the cozy, lived-in family room with the tattered but extremely comfortable furniture to answer the door.
She hid her gasp as she took in Sam, in all his amazing glory as he stood there in a tuxedo and a dark , soft, cashmere coat. He was stunning, she thought as he ducked to walk through the doorway, taking off his cowboy hat as he entered.
“You look nice,” he said, his eyes traveling up and down her body. “Very nice,” he repeated , “even though it’s not red . ” He stepped forward and took her coat, something Chloe wasn’t anticipating. There was nothing she could do but give it to him so he could hold it for her as she slipped her arms through. “Thanks. You look rather dashing yourself,” she said breathily.
“Let’s go,” he replied, a moment before his hands landed on her shoulders. Her back was facing him or she would have seen it coming but as it was, she almost yelped when she felt his warm lips against the back of her neck. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. Too sexy,” he explained as he stepped back, then took her hand, placing it on the crook of his arm as he led her out the door.
The evening turned out to be
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