by Moore, Fancy
He poured another drink, sank into chair. “I know you’re awake Casey. Will you talk to me?”
“Nothing to talk about. I’m not Lauren, the love of your life. I never would have hurt you Bobby. You can do whatever you want whenever you want with who ever catches your eye. You said one night remember? I was just stupid enough to think there was more.”
“I meant it when I said you were mine, that I love you.”
“Yeah for one night,” she sniffled.
“No Casey, for always,” he said sliding in next to her.
“If you want to stay here for the night you go back to that chair or get in the other bed. Now Bobby. Just shut up and leave me alone.”
He sat in the chair finishing the rest of the bottle.
When the sun peaked in the window, he watched her in the little pink nighty as she picked clean clothes out of the duffle bag. He listened to the shower knowing his life was over if she didn’t listen to him, believe in him. It had had nothing to with sex. Yeah it did but he loved her. All he wanted to do was put his arms around her, hold her close and know she trusted him.
Pulling her boots on she grabbed her truck keys then left slamming the door behind her.
He pulled his jeans on ran next door. Dressed he did his shirt buttons up tucking it as he ran down the stairs to his truck.
Bobby looked over the parking lot. She was on her way to the barns. Climbing in his truck he sped out of the parking lot.
He saw Casey leading Gracie out of the barn and swing up on her. No saddle and no little crow hops he noticed. Gracie just stood there. Saddling his gelding he swung up, riding out the door in time to see her slowly riding down a narrow path into the bush. Following her he stayed far enough back that she couldn’t hear him or see him. She was going to the race track.
He stopped, backed his horse into the trees when she jumped off Gracie, ran up a tall blond man, her arms around his neck. He lifted her off the ground, hugging her to his chest. Casey and the stranger led Gracie into the barn and were back in a few minutes later.
Climbing off his horse Bobby leaned against a tree watching them sit close to each other talking, the stranger handing her a mug of coffee. The guy pulled his chair closer and held her hand then leaned over, his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer.
Bobby relaxed a bit. He didn’t act or look like a lover. He was comforting her, not coming on to her.
A car drove up and old bent over man climbed out. Using a cane he walked over to Casey and patted her on the shoulder. The blond guy stood took Casey by the hand and walked into the barn with the old man. He waited, still watching. A little later the blond guy came out carrying Casey cradled to his chest. He sat and rocked her back and forth, comforting her, wiping her face. Dam it he should be there with her no matter what was happening. Leaving the cover of the trees he stopped. The old guy came out, took Casey’s hand and led her to his car. When they drove out of sight the young guy stood and lifted his cup, looking right at him. Bobby swung back on his gelding and rode down to meet him.
The guy sat on his chair watching Bobby ride towards him. He stood up, held his hand out shaking Bobby’s. “You must be Bobby. Casey told me about you,” he said. “Have a seat I’ll get you a cup of coffee.”
Handing him the coffee he said, “I’m Joey, kinda Casey’s much older brother.”
“You were waiting for me,” Bobby said.
“Yeah saw you duck in the trees. You want to talk about Casey.”
“I love her.”
“Yeah. She thinks she loves you too. She’s hurting real bad right now. Maybe I think you’re too old for her. She’s twenty-three, you must have at least ten years on her.”
“Yeah I do. If it doesn’t bother her you shouldn’t be concerned about it.” Bobby said looking him in the eye.
“I’m not. She’s been alone for too long.”
“How do you know Casey?”
“ She was about a week old when they brought her to the orphanage. I was eight and started helping look after her. We grew up together. Then when she was in college she worked for me here at the track,” he said. “She was the best jockey I had. I gave her Gracie three years ago. She’s never had anyone but me, and I’ve never really had anyone but her.
Bobby just looked at him waiting.
“What’s with Gracie?”
“ Casey called me from the clinic and asked Dr. Stevens to come out. Gracie had started bleeding from her nostrils. When it finally stopped she had a hard time breathing. Her heart’s failing fast. Old Doc Stevens just put her down and then drove Casey back to the motel.
“Shit,” Bobby cursed running his hand over his face. “I know what Gracie means to her.”
The guy looked at Bobby over the rim of the coffee cup. “She told me all about you and her.”
“I didn’t do what she thinks.”
“I know what she thinks so you don’t have skirt around it. It’d be a hard thing for most men to resist. I know Jody too,” he snickered. “For some guys she hard to turn down.”
“Not when you love Casey,” Bobby said.
“Like I said, she’s hurting real bad. You’re going to have to have enough patience to wait and not push her. I’m only telling you this because I believe you. Wouldn’t hurt to tell her you love her instead of telling her she’s yours either. I know she loves you.”
“I don’t have much time. Circuit’s over in less than two weeks. I don’t know her last name or where she lives or anything.”
“ Her last name is the same as mine. Smith. She’ll take your head off for following her.”
“Thanks,” Bobby said standing, his hand out to shake.
“Don’t push her, just be there for her. I’m going to tell her we talked.”
“Good,” he said swinging up onto his horse in a hurry to get to Casey. Somehow he had to make everything right for her.
She was waiting for him when he walked his horse up to the stall, her arms crossed, her foot tapping.
Mad, she was steaming mad, the hurt still in her eyes and all he wanted to do was hold her, and make everything better.
She slapped him hard across the face.
“How dare you follow me,” she said slapping him again. “I loved you. I even wanted what we doing because it was you. I hate you now.” She flew at him hand raised. He stood there taking her slaps. When she stopped he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her tight against him.
“I love you Casey,” he whispered.
“You lying bastard.” She was crying, deep sobs wracking her body.
“Don’t Casey,” he whispered. “Please don’t. I can’t stand to see you hurting. I’ll stand here and you can beat on me all want, just please don’t cry.” He pulled her closer.
“I followed you because I was worried about you. I couldn’t let you out of my sight. I love you Casey. I need you in my life, close to me loving me, not hating me,” he said holding her tighter. He hadn’t been there for her, to help her, to talk to her and to hold her.
“I have to go,” she said pulling away from him.
She was going to run. He felt it then saw it in her eyes. She’d be lost without Gracie, but he’d help her. It might be a long time before she’d believe in him again but he would be there for her. She hadn’t come to him about Gracie and wouldn’t let him help her. She said she had loved him, not did love him.
“Come home with me Casey,” he whispered against her ear.
“No,” she said jerking away from him.
“Then I’ll drive you home. I’m not asking, I’m telling you. “
He held her hand and walked her back to the motel, up the steps and into her room. “Pack up your stuff then we’ll go talk to Bobby and Jody,” he said.
Picking up her bag Bobby wrapped his arm around her and walked her to his room.
Casey watched them talk, not really paying any attention to what they were saying. Jody hugged her, telling her how sorry she was.
“See you tomo
rrow and thanks,” Bobby sad to Dale.
He still was holding her tight when they walked to her truck. “Why are you holding on to me? I can walk,” she asked.
“So you don’t run away from me,” he answered opening the door for her.
They pulled out, the empty trailer behind them. She hadn’t said a word to him and wouldn’t look at him, An hour later he pulled over into the parking lot of a gas station.
“Come here,” he whispered pulling her close to him. “I just need to hold you Casey.”
He held her tight to him feeling her body start to shake then tasted the quiet tears running down her face as he lightly kissed her cheek.
“Can you talk to me Casey?” he asked using his thumb to wipe away her tears.
“Amazing Grace. That was her name. She was my best friend. I told her everything, all my secrets and all my thoughts,” she whispered. “I even told her how I felt about you, how you made me feel.”
“I love you Casey. I didn’t fool around with Bobby and Jody.”
“It’s okay,” she said wiping her tears away with her sleeve.
He tipped her chin up and gently kissed her lips. “No, it’s not. I need you to believe me,” he whispered holding her even tighter.
“I need to use the washroom,” she said.
He drove over to the pumps and helped her out of the truck.
“I’ll be few minutes,” she said not looking at him.
He filled the tank up, bought two large coffees, chocolate bars and a hot dog each. He was waiting in the truck when she opened the door and climbed in.
“Thank you,” she said taking the coffee and hot dog. Finished eating they pulled back on the highway, heading for Dallas.
An hour later Bobby relaxed. She had curled up on the seat, her head and one hand on his thigh and fell asleep. He rested his hand on her shoulder, needing to touch her and comfort her.
It was dark when he pulled over on the outskirts of Dallas and gently woke her.
“I need directions,” he said, his hand brushing her hair off her face. He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.
“Turn left at the next lights. It’s a rural road. Just go straight and I’ll tell you when to turn.”
He drove slowly, trying to miss the potholes, the empty trailer bouncing behind them. Finally she said, “Go real slow and then turn in the next driveway and follow it up to the house.”
Stopping next the house he turned the truck off.
“Come in,” she said her voice close to tears. He followed her in and waited until she turned the lights on.
Pulling his boots off, Bobby followed her into the kitchen. Everything was neat and clean without any clutter and no extras. She put coffee on and asked him if he wanted a drink.
“Coffee’s good,” he said watching her.
She handed him a large mug and he followed her into the living room. Sitting next to her taking a sip he waited, praying she would talk to him.
“Thanks for driving me home,” she said. “I know I would have never of made it.”
“I’ll always be here for you Casey.”
“I’m not sorry I hit you.”
“You can beat on me whenever you want to if it helps,” he said. “as long as you talk to me after.”
“I don’t hate you,” she whispered. “I just don’t know what to do now.”
She was close to tears, still hurting. He moved closer to her. “Why don’t you take a shower and crawl into bed? I’ll sleep in the truck and see you in the morning.”
“You can sleep on the couch. I’m going to take a shower and then you can too if you want.”
The shower didn’t quite drown out the sounds of her sobs. When she came out in a nightie she said, “Your turn.” He took a quick shower and pulled his jeans back on. She’d left him a pillow and a blanket on the couch and turned the lights down low.
Bobby woke to her snuggled up against him on the couch, her arm around him, his around her. He bent and kissed her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she said sitting up. “I didn’t want you to wake up.” He picked her up and carried her into her bed, crawled in next to her and held her tight against him. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll just hold you Casey.”
He couldn’t sleep, his mind woking overtime. He had to persuade her to come home with him, trust him and love him. She had to know how much he loved her and needed her. He thought about the weather, what he could do to help her and finally how he wanted to make love to her.
CHAPTER TEN
The sun poured in the window, bright and warm. Coffee was ready but she wasn’t there. Pulling his boots on he grabbed a cup of coffee and went out side. She had cleaned the trailer out, her saddle sitting on the corral fence. He walked over to the small barn and found her cleaning out a stall. Looking around he saw two stalls with a tack room and feed room. He watched her and listened, relieved that she wasn’t crying.
“I’ll be back in a bit,” he said. I’m going to borrow your truck.”
She nodded, not stopping, not turning to look at him.
Back in the house Bobby picked up her keys and checked her fridge. Driving back down the rural road he turned at the lights and found a grocery store. Walking the aisles he picked up one of everything he thought she would like or need. Stopping at the deli he bought breakfast sandwiches.
Carrying the bags in, he put it all away in the cupboards and fridge. “Breakfast is ready,” he said when she came in.
“Why are you spoiling me?” she asked.
“I love you,” he answered, smiling when she touched his face then wrapped her arms around his waist and held him.
“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he said. “I need you to trust me and to know I love you. Casey, will you talk me and ask for help if you need it?”
They sat at the kitchen table. “You have a great home Casey. Did you buy it like this?”
“No, I remodeled the house last year and had the barn built. Gracie paid for everything with our winnings over the last two seasons. My winnings from riding for Joey and my salary from teaching paid for everything else. It was just right for us. There’s a little over an acre,” she said, wanting to tell him that she did love him, but she couldn’t.
They sat in silence, Bobby wanting to tell her how much he loved her and ask her again to come home with him.
“I live fairly close,” he said. “Just outside of Woodrow.”
“I think I know you didn’t do anything with Jody and Dale,” she whispered.
“Good. That’s a start,” he said thinking maybe she’d come home with him soon.
“I need to call my brother and tell him where I am.”
He pulled his cell out and walked outside.They talked for a while Bobby telling him he wanted a house built as soon as possible.
“Against that small bluff,” he said. “Get a crew to dig a half basement then some framers. The plans are on my desk in the trailer. He waited a minute while Don went to get them. “I want that porch to wrap around the house joining a big patio in the back.”
“Who is she?”
“Maybe I’m just tired of the trailer.”
“I’m not stupid, little brother. You’d have slept in that damn tent all year long if I hadn’t hauled that trailer in. You’re also more talkative than you have been in years.”
“You’ll meet her soon, I hope.”
“Shit, you haven’t even asked her yet,” he laughed.
“Need a house anyway,” Bobbie said. “Hire as many guys as you can, and get it up fast.”
He hung up. The house design was one he’d found last year in The Rancher, a monthly magazine that had cattle and horse articles, news and advertisements. He’d liked it and could picture it sitting in front of the small bluff. He’d almost threw it out before he left for the circuit then kept it for Dale. He thought Dale would be married by now. He’d had the same girlfriend at home for three years, but then again he’d also spent three months of eac
h year playing with Jody.
Walking back into the kitchen, Bobby pulled his woman into his arms. Picking her up, he grinned at her surprised squeal and carried her into the bedroom. Wasting no time he pulled her boots off, took his own off and laid down next to her. He held her close against his chest, whispered her name and kissed the top on head. “Nap time,” he said.
She snuggled against him, their bodies fitting together tight and natural, and they drifted off. It was dark out when he opened his eyes. She was undoing the snaps on his shirt, her fingers brushing over his nipples. She moved down unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. His eyes were open watching her when she looked up.
“Don’t stop,” he said softly. He lifted when she pulled his jeans off and dropped them on the floor. She hesitated, then pulled his boxers down, dropping them next to his jeans.
He was bigger and harder than he’d ever been. All he wanted was to sink into her and hold her tight. He sat up, took his shirt off and dropped it on the pile.
He laid back down, his arms behind his head watching her take her shirt off then her bra. Standing she dropped her jeans and undies then crawled back on the bed and straddled him. “I want to feel you, make love to you,” she said, her voice soft,
“No,” he said. “We’ll make love to each other.”
He took her gently, showing and telling her how much he loved her.
“I told you one night, Casey, but deep down I knew it would be forever. The morning at the lake was when it started. Now it’s forever,” he said. “Everything is better with you, I love you and I need you with me. I want all of you, any way you’ll have me.”
“Why,” she asked, looking at him knowing she loved him too.
“I changed that night, I felt it. I felt whole again and I missed you when you left. I lost it when you didn’t show up at the last stop. You didn’t say anything about a clinic, and it jolted me. Dale told me about it when you didn’t show up with Jodi, and I didn’t know what to do. I was alone even with Dale standing right next to me. I want to make love with you every day. I need you with me or I’m lost. Will you come home with me Casey?”
