Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 2)
Elle turns down his street, and my heart races a million miles per hour. My throat goes dry, and I’m unsure of what I’ll see when we pass. Thanks to Facebook and his willingness to brag about everything, I knew exactly what house he’d bought. We’d looked at it together online once, but when I said we’d need to compromise and live between San Angelo and Eldorado so it’d be convenient for us both, he closed out of the webpage, then told me to forget about it and changed the subject.
She slows in front of the house, and that’s when I see his Mercedes parked next to a Corvette. I bite my bottom lip so hard, I’m shocked I’m not bleeding.
“Stop,” I tell her, my blood pressure rising as I think about everything that’s happened over the past couple of months. I get out of the Jeep and open the back door to the hatch and find a tire iron. Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m marching down the driveway on a mission and take all of my frustrations out on his beautiful bright yellow Corvette. With every bit of strength I have, I swing the cool iron against the windshield. Watching it shatter gives me so much fucking satisfaction that I don’t stop. I go to every side window and even the back before I take my anger out on the hood of the car.
Maize whisper-shouts my name. “Rowan, come on!”
Looking up at her, I make one final blow to the taillight. I’m sure if she wouldn’t have stopped me, I’d have kept going too. Before walking back to the Jeep, I look at all the damage I’ve caused and don’t feel an ounce of regret. Actually, I feel better. Though I’m still not over being cheated on, I’ll sleep great tonight knowing tomorrow morning when that prick gets up to go to work, his prized possession won’t be so immaculate.
I climb inside the Jeep, setting the tire iron in the back seat between Maize and Kenzie. They look at me with wide eyes and their jaws dropped.
“That was badass,” Kenzie eventually says, breaking the silence.
“I’m in shock,” Elle tells me, chuckling. “I can’t believe you fucked up his car like that.”
“Thousands in damage, without a doubt,” Kenzie says.
“Yep!” Adrenaline rushes through my body as we head back to the bar. “Oh wait, can we just go back to the hotel? I think I’ve had enough fun for the night.”
“Only if we can stop and get double cheeseburgers first. Do you know how badly I’m craving McDonald’s?” Kenzie says. “Sometimes it’s hard living so far away from greasy food.”
“I’m convinced you’re really a raccoon,” Maize teases. “Mischievous, messy, and eats everything in sight.”
I burst into laughter. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Kenzie, the trash panda. I think we might’ve found a new nickname for you.”
Kenzie rolls her eyes. “Oh my gosh, y’all. I’m not that bad!”
“You are,” Elle speaks up as she pulls into the drive-through. “You totally are.”
After she’s ordered nearly four of everything on the menu, she pays, and then we’re handed three bags filled with chicken nuggets, double cheeseburgers, and a ridiculous amount of salty french fries. Living in the country does have its disadvantages, but I’m grateful not to have any of this conveniently close to home. In Houston, there was a fast food place on every corner.
Kenzie has a bag opened and is stuffing her mouth before we even make it out of the parking lot. I honestly didn’t realize how hungry I was until Maize hands me a box of chicken nuggets. I feel like I swallowed them whole and didn’t even chew them. Elle drives us to the hotel, and once we’re in our room, we finish eating. I continue to devour food until I’m stupidly full, then kick off my boots and lie back on the bed with a smile on my face.
While I may not have gotten completely even because bashing in a car doesn’t fix a broken heart, damn, it felt good to get him back. If only I could see Nick’s face in the morning when he notices his expensive toy is now damaged goods. I’d pay good money for that. I hope he learns his lesson, but men like him never do.
A part of me wonders if he’ll even suspect it’s me, but the other part doesn’t care. He never could handle me, not when we were dating and especially not now. One thing’s for certain, I might be a Southern woman, but I still have a temper at times. He’s underestimated what happens when you cheat on a Bishop.
Chapter Five
DIESEL
I’m soaking wet, covered in nasty water from head to toe. A calf walked into the pond and couldn’t get out because of the mud, which meant Grayson and I had to perform an impromptu rescue mission. There was no time to think about taking off our boots or anything before we were hopping into the water and walking through mush.