Delicate Promises (Southern Bride 2)

“It was…interesting.”

“How so?”

“For starters, Kenny and Heather had sex.”

I kept shoveling out the stall.

“Did you hear what I said, Miles?”

One quick look back at her, and I nodded. “You said Kenny and Heather had sex. I’m assuming it was a couple nights ago.”

“Yesterday morning! Are you not surprised?”

I laughed. “No. I already told you, he likes her. A lot.”

“Yes, but just because he likes her doesn’t mean Heather likes him.”

This time I stopped to wipe the sweat from my brow. Mid-October in Texas could still be hot as hell, and today was for sure toasty.

“Does she?” I asked.

“Does she what?”

“Does Heather like Kenny?”

A wide smile broke over her face. “Yes!”

I couldn’t help it, I smiled in return. I could hear the excitement in her voice for her friend, and I wondered if they had talked about me and Kynslee last night, as well. Were her friends just as excited for Kynslee as she was for Heather right now?”

“Miles, this is huge. You have to promise not to say anything to Kenny because I wouldn’t want to scare him away or anything, but Heather does like him a lot.”

“That’s good to know because I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual.”

She tilted her head. “Did you already know they slept together?”

I shrugged. “Kenny mentioned something about it.”

Kynslee pushed off the wall and walked over to me. “What do you mean he mentioned something about it?”

“He mentioned it this morning when he called me.”

“What did he say?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why do you want to know?”

Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my God! He said the sex was bad, didn’t he? I always thought Heather wasn’t as experienced as she said she was.”

I laughed. “No, he said he had an amazing time with her. He didn’t go into the sex part. He was asking me how soon he should wait to call and ask her out. I informed him I was the last person to ask about that sort of shit.”

Kynslee’s smile grew. “That is true. You are the last person.”

Rolling my eyes, I went back to work. “I did, however, tell him that if it were me, I’d call her today. Maybe see if she wanted to hang out or go to dinner.”

“That was good advice, Miles. I’m still upset that Heather had unprotected sex with him, though.”

That caught my attention, and I stopped again. “What?”

She nodded. “Yep.”

“That was stupid of him.”

“Yep.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “What if she gets pregnant?”

Kynslee shrugged. “I guess they’ll deal with it if that happens.”

I shook my head. “I guess so.”

Then we looked at each other and raised our brows. We had done the same thing.

Clearing her throat, Kynslee said, “So, not to change the subject and all, but it’s almost Halloween.”

“And your point is?”

“The fall festival is coming up, the day before Halloween.”

I placed the pitchfork against the outside of the stall. “I remember the fall festival. We used to have a lot of fun there when we were kids.”

Another smile. “Yeah, we did.”

I closed the door of the stall and Kynslee followed me as we left the barn.

“Well, anyway, The Mercantile is in charge of one of the booths. I was wondering if you wanted to help me run it.”

I headed to the corral where Maryrose was. She’d been my favorite horse when I was younger. She was the last horse my father bought before he left us, and he’d told me she was mine. I missed her when I was gone, and now that I was back, she and I were getting to know each other again. Just like me and Kynslee were. Although, I was having a hell of a lot more fun getting to know Kynslee.

“Sure, I’d love to help out in any way you need me to.”

“Really? Oh my gosh, Miles, thank you so much!”

She threw her arms around me, and I pulled her closer. The feel of my cock getting harder caused us both to let out a soft moan.

“What do I get for my generosity? Like is pay involved?”

Her teeth dug into her lower lip before she gave me a naughty smile. Then her hands went to my jeans.

“I can think of one or two things I could do to say thank you for your service, Miles.”

“I’m covered in dirt and horse shit, Kyns.”

“Have you ever heard of a thing called soap?”

Grinning, I picked her up, causing her to let out a scream.

“Where are we going?”

“Back to your place, we can take a shower together.”

“My place? Why not yours?”

“The pump on my well went out, unless you want to get really down and dirty.”

She scrunched her nose up. “My place it is!”

The way she looked up at me had my heart speeding up in my chest. I loved this woman so damn much, and she was mine.