13. Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Brynn
" U m, what just happened?" Whitney smacks me on the arm.
"What do you mean?" I ask innocently, not quite sure what exactly that exchange was myself.
"You and Colt? I could cut the tension with a knife," Whitney says as she hops up on the counter.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Girl, don't play dumb with me. I am a little turned on just watching you two, to be honest."
"Please don't say shit like that to me."
Whitney shrugs, "I'm just calling it like I see it. He can't keep his eyes off you, and you can't help but rile him up."
"He doesn't look at me, the man can't stand me."
"I have eyes, and so does he. They are mostly glued to your ass," Whitney says with a laugh. "Seriously, I have watched him watch you."
"Well, if you are watching him so much, why don't you go for it."
"I don't even think the man knows anyone else exists when you are in the room."
"Psh, you are crazy. Plus, I am leaving in a couple of days. I have a life to get back to." I hop up on the counter beside Whitney.
"I seriously miss you. We have to go to Bessie's before you leave."
"Did I hear someone say Bessie's?" Brooks' deep voice says as he walks to the refrigerator looking for leftovers.
"Your plate is on the top left side," Whitney says as she jumps off the counter to go stand by my brother. "Get everything taken care of?"
"Yeah, everything has been handled," Brooks says as he steps to the microwave to warm his dinner. I didn't even realize Whitney made him a plate. The microwave dings and Brooks begins to eat. He groans on his first bite and Whitney's eyes flare.
"Do you want us to give you some privacy with that lasagna, bud?" I tease. "Sounds like you guys are about to have some fun."
"Not as much fun as you and Colt could have," Whitney whispers to me. Luckily, my brother is too damn busy shoveling food in his mouth to pay her any attention .
I give her my best 'you are dead to me' face and she giggles. Fucking giggles.
"So we going to Bessie's tonight or what?" Brooks asks as he washes his plate in the sink.
"I don't think I really want to go," I say hesitantly. I already feel my shoulders tensing and my neck sweating.
"Aw, c'mon. Just go for an hour. It will be fine," Whitney says as she nudges me with her elbow.
"Fine, but I'm not staying all night. One drink and I'm out."
"Yes! Okay, let's go to my place and find you something to wear," Whitney says as she jumps up and down and claps her hands. Clearly, she is way too excited for this.
"Can't I just wear this?" I motion to my jeans and t-shirt.
"Nope, we are going to look hot," she says with a wink. "Be back soon Brooks!" Then she is pulling me out of the house and into her vehicle.
"We really don't need to look hot, whatever that means. I can just be comfortable. I won't be there long, anyway."
"Look, you are here in Cedar Creek. It is time to show off and flaunt your perfect ass in front of the bar."
"I don't want to. I would honestly rather take a long bath and go to sleep," I say on a huff.
"Just live a little, who knows? Maybe you'll find a hot cowboy to take you home," Whit says with a shimmy of her shoulders as she drives to her place .
Once we enter her house, she pulls me straight down the hallway to her closet. "I just bought the cutest jean skirt last week; I think it will look perfect on you."
She thumbs through her closet and pulls out a tiny jean skirt. "Did you forget I have legs for days?" I ask, eyeing the short skirt.
"Nope," she says, popping the p. "Just try it on." She pulls out a shimmery hot pink dress and holds it up to herself while she looks in the full-length mirror. "I think I am going to wear this."
I slip the jean skirt on and instantly regret it when I see Whitney's face light up. "Well, if that doesn't draw attention, I don't know what will."
"I would rather not draw attention to myself." I check my reflection in the mirror and be sure my ass isn't hanging out. It's not, but close to it. I will have to be very careful sitting and standing.
"Here, put this top on." Whitney hands me a flowy, dark green top. It's cute, until I see that the back is completely open.
"Do you actually wear this shit?" I ask, holding up the top that is missing the whole backside.
"Yes, although I haven't worn that outfit yet. You can keep it. No way I can make it look as good as you," Whit says as she adds some lip gloss to her lips and flips her hair out of its scrunchie .
"I can't wear a bra with this," I say on an eye roll.
"Oh my, how scandalous," she deadpans. Seriously, I need a new friend.
I groan as I take off my shirt and bra and put on the green one. "You can see my nipples," I screech.
"Yeah. You can. That's fine," Whitney says like it's no big deal.
"Umm, I don't think my brother needs to see my nips." I pull the shirt off and put my bra back on. I walk over to the closet and look through the options. I pull out a light blue t-shirt and put it on. I gather it to one side right above my hip bone and tie it off. "There. This will do."
"I guess that's fine," Whitney says as she looks over my outfit.
"Wow, way to make a girl feel good about herself," I deadpan.
"No, you look amazing. I just. I wish you were here to stay. This could be our norm," she mumbles quietly.
"I don't think dressing up to go to Bessie's is my thing," I say with a laugh.
"It might be if you stayed in town. Who knows, you might even play Bingo!"
I let my hair down and run my fingers through it to get out the tangles. It will have to do. It is not like I am trying to impress anyone.
When Whitney's phone rings, I see my brother's photo flash across the screen. He is sitting on a horse and looking away from the camera. I wonder if he even knows she took the photo. "Sure, we will meet you guys there," Whitney says before she hangs up the phone.
"We are just going to meet the guys since we are closer to Bessie's here than we are at the ranch," Whit says as she lays back on her bed. "We will give them a little bit to get into town."
"Who all is coming?" I ask curiously.
"Don't worry, he mentioned Colt's name, Blake, and a couple of the ranch hands."
I roll my eyes, "I don't care. I just want to be sure dad is safe."
"He mentioned Momma Ann was coming to sit with your dad. So we can just have a couple of drinks and chill."
"I told you one drink, and I wasn't staying long." I be sure to point my finger at her, so she knows I am serious.
"Well, seeing as how you don't have a vehicle, you'll stay as long as your brother does," she says with an evil grin across her face.