Chapter 4
Heath
Damn her and her sexy lips. How am I meant to be around the girl when watching her eat a toasted sandwich makes me want to jump over the counter and kiss her? I’ve obviously been out of action for far too long. But there is something about Zoey that fires my blood.
I don’t know if it’s those soulful big, brown eyes, her sexy smiles or her stubborn attitude, but I think it is best that I avoid her for the rest of the week.
Easier said than done when the girl keeps popping up everywhere. She was there bright and early this morning, following me out to feed the chickens, laughing at the crazy goats.
“Whoses animals are these?” She asks as she feeds them leaves from the ground.
“I guess they’re mine now. Or maybe they belong to the house keeper.”
“And the horses?”
“We’ve always had horses. This used to be quite an impressive stud farm in my grandfather's day.”
“What will you do with this place now?”
It’s the question that keeps running through my mind. I should just get rid of it. But there is that nostalgic feeling of being here as a boy that I can’t shake. My father would call me crazy but my grandfather might understand. After all, he loved it here.
But father would say there’s no room for emotion when it comes to business.
I ignore the question as I head towards the stables. Zoey follows behind.
“Everything is set up for the horses. Or you could use the land for rescue animals. Or open up the house as a bed and breakfast or for events.”
I stop and turn towards her. “Or I could just do nothing with it. It’s not like I need the money.”
She looks around at the paddocks and shakes her head. “It seems crazy to me to have all of this land and not work it in some way. My family had cattle and was always wanting more land.”
“Your family are farmers?” I’m not surprised. She’s got the look of a farm girl. I can imagine her as a kid climbing all over tractors and playing in the fields.
She kicks the dirt with her boot. “They were. Till they couldn’t afford to compete with the bigger farms anymore.”
I nod, not knowing what else to do. We’ve never had to worry about money. The family company was set up generations ago. Myself and my brothers all groomed to continue the legacy.
I take a moment to look around. For a moment I feel for Zoey. It must have been awful for her to grow up on a farm and then lose it all.
In the stable, I watch as Zoey shakes off her sadness and smiles with joy as she pats one of the horses. “Can I join you for a ride?”
The thought of Zoey on top of a horse, wind in her hair, smiling, laughing. The picture in my mind is so damn sexy I feel the blood race to my cock. It’s because of this my answer is harsh. “Don’t you have a house to clean?”
She goes off in a huff. But it’s for my own good.
The more time I spend with Zoey the more I think about staying here.
She reminds me of a simpler time. But I still find myself searching her out around the middle of the day, only to find her up a ladder hanging Christmas decorations.
I stand for a moment watching her hum and wiggle her fine ass as she reaches up with a big green garland featuring red flowers and baubles.