Why in the hell is her voice turning me on so much? I don’t know.
She was soaking wet and looked more beautiful than ever. I loved the fact that she didn’t even care that she was soaked. I wasn’t even paying attention to where I was going on the ranch. I kept looking at her, watching her dance in her seat.
She threw her head back and let the rain just fall onto her face.
I think she’s trying to kill me! Fuck, I really wish she’d stop doing that. It is fucking hot as hell.
I stopped the Jeep and sat back. “Shit!” I hit the steering wheel.
She looked over at me, confused. “What’s wrong?”
“I think something just happened to the front passenger side tire. ”
“Really? Like what?”
“Not sure…I felt a pop. Did you not feel it?” I said, trying to hold back my smile.
“Nope. ”
“Will you do me a favor? I’m going to slowly start driving. Will you lean out and take a look at the tire? Tell me if everything l
ooks okay. ”
She nodded as she grabbed on to the bar. She leaned out the side of the Jeep. “Okay…ready. ”
I smiled and gunned it while I held the brake down. Mud flew up everywhere, and she let out a scream that I was sure Mimi and her husband Frank would hear.
I let off the gas and looked over toward her. She was covered in mud.
“Oops. Sorry. ”
Her mouth dropped open, and she balled up her fists. “You asshole! My eyes are burning from the mud in them, you fuckwad!”
I lost it and started laughing. I laughed so hard that I was pretty sure I’d snorted once or twice.
Whitley jumped out and began walking away.
“Where are you going?” I called after her.
“As far away from you as I can get!”
She turned and walked backward as she shot me the finger with both hands. Then, she dropped out of sight.
I jumped out of the Jeep and ran over to her.
“Shit! Oh shit! Oh my God…shit!” She cried out over and over as she held on to her ankle.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Whit, what’s wrong?” I dropped to my knees.
She looked up at me, and the next thing I knew, I had a handful of mud in my face. She smeared it all over my face and down my neck. She started laughing, but then she quickly stopped when I looked at her.
“You better run,” I said, glaring at her.
“What?” She jumped up and started to run.
I gave her a good thirty-second head start before I went after her. She kept looking back at me, laughing. She ran up to a group of oaks.
“You think a few trees are going to stop me?” I asked with a sly smile.