Chapter 12
Sierra found herself toying with her earrings as she sat at the table in the Round Up with her notebook. She glanced around the room; glad she’d called Blake before she’d come in. Both because he would have been busy with his meeting, and because it was way too loud in here. Which wasn’t normal for a Thursday night.
Usually there were a few locals, a couple older men at the bar and maybe a couple ranch hands playing pool at one of the two tables in a nook to one side of the bar, but tonight it was almost as busy as a Friday or Saturday night.
As far as she could tell, there wasn’t any particular reason, but that didn’t mean much. She hadn’t been paying much attention to what was going on around her as she buried herself in the story she was creating.
Flexing her hands, she wished for what felt like the millionth time, she wasn’t so easily distracted and could type her stories on her laptop, but she’d found she spent too much time doing something else and not enough writing that way. Her solution had been to start hand-writing them in notebooks, then transcribing them later.
The plus side of this method was that by the time she got it into the computer and saved, it had been revised once. It made things easier later, even if it was a more round-about way to get there.
She bent back over the notebook, trying to get as much done tonight as she could. Her deadline was coming up fast, but she didn’t want to have to work while Blake was here. She didn’t want to miss any time with him if she could avoid it.
Sierra wasn’t looking for the same things he was. She wasn’t ready to settle down and have a family yet, but she could enjoy the time they had together. He was a good guy, at least as far as she could tell, and she didn’t think that they were at different stages in their lives would matter all that much for the short fling she had in mind.
The fingers on her left hand toyed with her earring again. The card he’d sent with them had simply said ‘Thinking of you’, which she found beyond sweet.
She’d found herself thinking about him several times during the week as well. As she showered, as she slid exhausted between the sheets at night, as she woke lonely and wishing he were there.
With a sigh, she forced herself back to work. Deadline, she reminded herself. She had to meet her deadline. Blake would be here to distract her in person soon enough, she needed to work while she could.