For the fifth time in as many minutes, Brock Hughes asked himself what this sturdy, brunette with laughing blue eyes, and a lopsided smile was doing on his threshold.
"Did you forget I was arriving today," she said in a husky voice that reminded him of the way he talked to a sick cow or horse.
"Kind of hard to forget something I didn't know."
Her eyes flashed with irritation before leveling on him. "You said to come out for a visit as soon as I could get things settled."
Brock rubbed a hand over his face. He knew good and well he didn't know this woman. And he hadn't been to town drinking since Maddie figured out why he was sick everytime after he came home.
"Honey, I don't know you from Adam." He squinted to get a better look. Maybe she was some druggy tossed out by a sour boyfriend. In these parts, places to find a phone were few and far between.
"Brock, this isn't funny."
How did she know his name when he didn't know hers?
This came to me as I was trying to go to sleep last night and when I wrote it down to get to sleep, their names came to me. Brock Hughes and Carina Valencia. And this is all Alice's fault because I hadn't given a thought to trying to write about contemporary cowboys until she put the little notion in my head, and now I can't get this "boot shootin'" hunk out of my head!! ARGH!!!
I have a wolf/spirit to satisfy!