by Claire Adams
Her excitement was contagious. As Sarah talked about the idea of an executive retreat on that location, I couldn’t help but see her vision, too. It sounded amazing; like a perfect way to spend time and enjoy this beautiful land.
I knew a lot of businesses who enjoyed taking their top salespeople and executives on team building retreats. I knew they were popular and companies were willing to spend decent money for retreats that were truly innovative and secluded.
“Why don’t you buy it and build that dream resort?”
“I’ve got a little money from my severance package, but I’m certainly not rich enough to do what needs to be done here. Not only would it take buying the land, the land improvements would cost millions as well. Plus, building the lodge and all of the rest of it. It’s a great plan, but it will have to be someone else’s future; it’s not mine.”
“Sorry, I don’t understand all the costs for something like this. I just saw how excited it made you and thought you’d make the perfect executive lodge owner.”
As much as I wanted to continue our conversation, I knew I would put my foot in my mouth. She could get backers to fund the building, or loans to finance it; I knew business and I knew there were plenty of options available to Sarah. The frustrating part was Sarah knew there were financing options; she had an MBA. It wasn’t the financing that was holding her back; Sarah didn’t believe in herself enough to take on such a huge task.
“It’s all right. Maybe someday I’ll get one or two of my other dreams.”
“I’m sure you will,” I said and then tried to change the subject. “Should we start heading back? I’ve got tons of jobs to get done today and don’t want to disappoint your father or Forest.”
“Yes, let’s head back.”
Sarah seemed sad as we loaded up our things and got on the horses to head back to the ranch. She was happy out by the river and I wished that someday she would be able to have her dream of living up there or running a business there. Or at least that they would be able to sell the land to someone who would pay her father a decent price for the land.
The Millers were quickly becoming some of my favorite people. They were genuine and friendly and even though they knew nothing about me or the trouble I was in; all of the Millers were taking me in and treating me as if I belonged there. I hadn’t had that sort of feeling in my life in a really long time.
The only person I had was my sister, and although we were close, we just didn’t get to spend that much time together. I used to think it was her fault that we never saw each other, but my time at the ranch had changed my opinion on that matter. My sister was married and about to have a baby. She was in no position to be flying across the country to visit me. Yet every time we talked on the phone, I always told her I was too busy to come see her.
I owned an airline and yet I was too busy to fly to Florida and see her? It sounded so incredibly stupid when I thought about it. I couldn’t believe my sister even kept calling me to check on how I was doing. Whenever she called, I hardly made time for her and I was often not listening to what she had to say at all. It made me sick how I had treated her over the years and I vowed to do a much better job when the whole testifying disaster was finished.
Going back up over the mountain was much easier than it had been the first time. I felt much more in control of Buckjoy and was able to guide him back down the other side without any incident. It was a pretty big confidence booster to have ridden the horse all that way and back again without falling off or getting myself hurt in some other way.
“You’re becoming a regular old cowboy,” Sarah yelled as she passed me at the bottom of the hill. “I’ll race you home.”
Sarah was slapping the reins for her horse around and her horse was running fast toward the house. I didn’t feel nearly as comfortable with Buckjoy going that fast, but he didn’t seem to mind the running and wanted to keep up with her horse. I held on tightly and let Buckjoy lead me as he took off in a sprint after the white horse and Sarah. Soon we were right beside them and then quickly we moved past them. It was exciting to be moving so fast on a horse and it was something else that I hadn’t done before in my life.
When we got back to the ranch, we both slowed down to a trot and moved the horses into their barn to get them settled and let them rest. Buckjoy seemed perfectly happy to have gotten a good run in and I could see that I was going to have to take him out again for some fast action. My adrenaline was pumping and I couldn’t help but feel like I was on some sort of high from the ride. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to go riding again sometime very soon.
“So what do I get since I beat you?” I teased.
“The pleasure of knowing you can out-race a girl.”
“A very well trained horsewoman,” I added as I took a step closer to her.
The moment was filled with happiness and we were both out of breath from the ride and smiling from ear-to-ear. The sun was shining and the morning air was crisp and moist. I was going to kiss her. I had decided it and that was the perfect moment. I wouldn’t go any further than a kiss; I would just kiss her and see how she felt about it. If she pulled away, I would chalk it up to a riding high. If she stayed and kissed me, I would be a very happy man. It wasn’t a bet and we weren’t far away from the farm; this kiss was going to be purely because I wanted to and hopefully she did too.
Slowly I took another step toward her and kept my eyes locked on hers. She knew I wanted to kiss her, I could tell that she knew. Her lips were wet and she leaned in toward me as I closed my eyes and leaned in toward her. I felt my own heart beating so hard that I could hardly contain it in my chest, or so it felt.
Sarah was right there with me, eagerly awaiting my lips to touch hers. We hadn’t made a bet that resulted in the kiss so I felt like she genuinely wanted to be in the barn kissing me at that very moment. I knew that I wanted to be there with her. There really wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be.
When our lips touched each other’s, it was a gentle and soft kiss. Sarah didn’t move away from me, but she didn’t move toward me either. I kept my hands at my side just waiting for some sort of sign that I could move forward with kissing her harder. It was daytime and we were in the barn, so anyone could come across us if they happened to be walking past the barn; but I was willing to take that risk.
“Garrett, are you in here?” I heard Sid’s voice yell from just outside of the barn.
I quickly pulled away from Sarah and smiled down at her as her eyes looked up at me dreamily. She was mesmerizing and I couldn’t wait to feel her lips on mine again. Hopefully, I would feel them very soon but for the time being, I thought it would be best not to have Sid see the two of us making out in the barn when we had just gotten back from our ride.
“In here. Just getting the horses settled,” I yelled.
“How was the trip?” Sid asked us both.
“It was good. It rained, but I think it made the sunrise photo more amazing. I’ll pick my favorites and get them to the realtor today,” Sarah said as she tried to hide the flush cheeks I had given her from kissing me.
“Garrett, I need to talk with you,” Sid said solemnly.
“Sure, what’s up?” I asked, thinking that he had somehow found out that Sarah and I had shared a tent. Or maybe it was something to do with my court hearing.
My gut filled with tension when I saw the look on his face. I desperately hoped that he wasn’t about to tell me that it was time for me to leave the ranch. I wasn’t ready for that, not even close. I wanted to stay on the ranch for at least a few more weeks as I got to know Sarah more. We had taken so long to warm up to each other, it wouldn’t be any fun if I left at that moment.
“Let’s go to my office.”
Suddenly the reason I was on the ranch was clearer to me than I had remembered on any day since I had first arrived. Was it time for me to go back home and testify? It had been several months and I hadn’t heard any news. My heart sank and I felt like the timing couldn’t h
ave been more horrible. I was comfortable on the ranch. I liked the ranch. And most of all I was getting to know Sarah and she was softening up to me if I left at that moment I would certainly never get to know Sarah at all.
I followed Sid back to his office and resigned myself to hearing the news that I was going to have to leave. It was funny that the idea of leaving the ranch seemed like a bad thing to me; only a few months before I had hoped I would be able to leave very quickly after I arrived. But ranch life was starting to suit me very well. I was learning so much and I felt calm all the way down to my core. Living and working on the ranch was better than any yoga class I had attended at the fancy gyms in my city.
“Forest has left. I think you should take over,” Sid said quickly when we got into his office.
“Really?” I asked in total shock. I literally just talked to him yesterday.
Not only was I in shock that Forest had left without even a hint that it was on the horizon, but I was also shocked that Sid thought I knew enough to be in charge. I certainly didn’t feel like I knew enough to be in charge of anyone except for maybe myself.
“Yes, you have the best temperament for the job. Plus, Sarah or I can help when you have questions.”
“But…” I started to protest.
“I know we don’t know how long you’ll be here for. But if you’re here for six more months, I’d kick myself for not putting you in charge; these other guys are hard workers, but they just can’t see the big picture.”
“What if I get called up tomorrow?”
I desperately hoped that I didn’t get pulled away from the ranch the next day or anytime soon. I wanted to stay for a while longer. I needed to stay. Not just for Sarah though; I wanted to stay for myself. Through my time on the ranch I had grown and felt like I was recognizing where I had gone wrong in my life.
The ranch gave me time to think while I was working and I thought about more than I could have done in the city. My mind had all the time in the world to explore different changes I wanted to make in my life when I got back home.
“Then you’ll have had at least one night sleep in a real bed,” Sid said as he threw me a set of keys. “You also get Forest’s small cabin.”
Not once, since I had been on the ranch, had I thought about what it would be like to have my own cabin. I was happy in the bunkhouse. I was happy with my job. I didn’t feel the drive to be better than anyone else, and I actually liked hanging out with the guys in our large bunk room before bed. We got to know each other and shared stories about our lives; except mine were made up to match the made-up back-story from my life. But with the keys in my hand, the idea of sleeping in an actual bed was feeling pretty damn exciting.
“My own cabin,” I said quietly. “Thanks, Sid.”
“You’ve earned it. I don’t go handing out jobs like this to just anyone. You’re a hard worker and don’t complain, I like that. And thanks for taking Sarah out to the river for the photos. She’s got it in her head that she can make me millions out there and I don’t have the heart to tell her that the land is pretty useless and won’t sell for nearly as much as she thinks.”
“It was my pleasure. I was happy to do it. The land is very beautiful. Thanks again for the promotion,” I said as I shook Sid’s hand and started to walk out of the office. “I won’t disappoint you.”
“Don’t get too excited; the cabin is a mess and there’s no one around to clean it up.”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind a little cleaning.”
I hurried off to grab my things from the bunkhouse and brought them over to my new cabin. It was a mess inside, just like Sid had said. Forest certainly hadn’t been a man who enjoyed a clean home, but I didn’t care at all. It was mine, my very own, tiny little cabin and I was so excited.
I felt more excited for the promotion I had just received than I had when I bought my last plane for my company. Before coming to the ranch my life had been so sheltered from what real hard labor was. I pretended to bond with my employees over the long hours they worked, but I didn’t have a clue about what it was they were really doing. My head was clearing up on the ranch though and I had been taking notes of the changes I wanted to make in my organization when I returned home.
I was more excited to move my backpack full of things into the small cabin than I had been when I bought my first mansion. It was funny how my perspective was changing simply from living and working on the ranch. I didn’t need a mansion. I didn’t need fancy cars to be happy; I felt happiness pouring out of my skin as I sat down at my little kitchen table and looked around my one room cabin.
There were still jobs to do for the day, but I couldn’t leave my new home a total disaster so I decided to take a few minutes to clean the place up. I grabbed a garbage bag and started throwing everything away. I tossed old magazines, food, and everything from the cabinets. I wanted it to be my home and I was happy to spend some of my salary to buy new things at the store if I wanted them.
As I started to do a load of dishes, there was a knock at the door. With my wet and soapy hands, I went to the door but couldn’t get it opened. For that brief moment in my life, it was fun and novel that I was washing dishes in my own little cabin far away from anyone who knew who I really was.
“Come in,” I said through a laugh. “My hands are too soapy to turn the knob.”
“Oh, mister big wig can’t even turn his own door knob,” Sarah teased me as she walked into the cabin. “Well, Forest certainly wasn’t a neat freak.”
There was a knob joke somewhere in the back of my brain but I couldn’t remember it. It was disappointing though because I desperately wanted to see Sarah laugh and smile again. It had become one of my favorite things to do; making Sarah laugh made me feel energized and excited.
“I’ll be right back to work; I just wanted to get started on some of this.”
“Here are some clean sheets. I’ll pull those old ones off for you,” Sarah said.
She didn’t wait for me and went right to work on the bed. I dried my hands off and helped her spread the sheets on the bed. We started with the fitted sheet and then the flat one. Each of us took turns tucking the corners in and then grabbed a pillow each and put the covers over them. Our little domestic collaboration was perfect and I let my mind wonder briefly to what it would be like to live with Sarah.
Sarah was strong-willed and certainly tried to hide her true feelings. She seemed to have a little bit of a lighthearted side to her, although she kept it very well guarded. It dawned on me that a relationship with Sarah, or a woman like her, would be a partnership. I hadn’t dated a woman that I felt was a partner to me. It was a novel idea that I only allowed for a small moment before I pushed it out of my mind.
It was going to feel amazing to sleep in that bed. I couldn’t resist and pulled my boots off quickly and fell face first onto the bed. The crisp, clean sheets brushed against my skin and I closed my eyes and let myself rest for just a moment. If I hadn’t had a ton of work still left to do for that day, I certainly would have fallen asleep right there without a second thought.
“Okay, is this some sort of weird man ritual that I don’t know about?” she laughed.
“I just love the feeling of fresh sheets. Come here, feel them. It’s so amazing. I just want to get naked and take a nap in them right now,” I joked.
Before I knew what was happening, Sarah had fallen face first into the bed with me and she was moving her hands around the sheets like I was. If she hadn’t known the pleasure of having fresh sheets, she did at that moment.
I watched as she took in a deep breath from the sheets and closed her eyes too. She was taking in the scent and touch of the sheets just like I was. It was a little bit of a bonding moment for the two of us and I tried to keep it as nonsexual as I could. Although all I could think about was having her naked in that bed and laying under the covers together.
“You’re right. There’s absolutely nothing like the feeling of freshly cleaned sheets on a bed. Especially
if you’re naked.”
I couldn’t tell if she was joking. Did she want to get naked with me in the bed? All I could think about was how much I wanted to be naked with her in that bed too and if she wanted the same thing then we should both be naked. My mind swirled with the thoughts of what she really meant by what she had just said. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t look at her; I was stunned.
“Well, let’s get naked then,” I finally stuttered out with a little bit of laughter, secretly hoping that she was serious and she did want to be naked with me in those crisp sheets. But I was totally prepared for her to tell me she was joking.
“You go first,” she teased me.
“Oh, don’t tease me like that. I’ll happily get naked and crawl into these sheets.”
“Then do it,” she taunted me. “I dare you.”
Sarah didn’t know me well enough to know how much I loved dares, but I was totally naked and had slipped under the sheets in less than twenty seconds. Sarah had turned her head away from me when she saw me start to strip and she was in the midst of a total giggling fit. She held her hands up to her face just to make sure she wouldn’t get a glimpse of me naked, although I thought I saw her taking a little bit of a peek.
“Now I dare you,” I said as I let my hand glide up and down her arm.
If I wanted to keep things light and playful, I certainly shouldn’t have touched her. That single motion had sent vibrations through my whole body and I longed to feel every in of her. If she would only agree to get naked with me under the sheets; that was all I needed to be positive about her interest in me.
Chapter Ten
Sarah
