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I was tempted to turn my phone back off, but I opened my text chain with Wren.
So. I dumped Trevor.
Wren
WHAT
And I went to Strawberry Springs.
OH MY GOD
And found out there’s a hot farmer working here, and I’ve chosen to live with him rather than stay miserable in the city.
I’M SCREAMING! If I wasn’t going to film right this second, I would be calling you to get every fucking detail.
First off, FUCK yeah! Your single era. Second off, is the house livable?
Very much so. All original. Kept in great shape.
YESSSS. SEND PICS!
I sent her pictures of the room I was in and the field outside. She screamed about how happy she was for me, and I couldn’t resist the smile that bloomed on my face. At least someone was. Hopefully others would follow suit. Even if they didn’t like it, maybe I could make them accept it.
I was finally brave enough to come out of the room and get my bags from my car an hour later. Cain was nowhere to be foundin the dwindling sunlight, and I was grateful for it. I’d pissedeveryoneoff today, and all I wanted to do was hide out for a while.
After getting my bags, I slowly unpacked. I’d grabbed my things in a mad dash to leave the apartment, but as I put everything away, I realized I had mostly Lululemon leggings and slacks.
That wasn’t going to go over well on a farm.
But I didn’t know where to get clothes, or if I would even be able to stay long enough to need them. I set aside a few of the pilling pairs to do the dirtiest of work in and hoped that would last me. After I was unpacked, I needed to use the bathroom.
I went out to the hall, watching for anyone. The door was only slightly down the hallway, and as I got close, I prepared myself to go inside.
I knew not all men were messy, but I also knew the one I’d lived with. If it hadn’t been for me picking up after him, the bathroom would have been covered in clothes, and there would be water stains on every surface.
As far as I knew, Cain was a single man with a kid. Anything could be behind that door.
Slowly, I pushed it open. Instead of seeing clothes piled high, I saw ... a bathroom.
A clean one.
The toilet was clear of any grime. The sink didn’t have any either. The checkered black and white tile was nearly spotless, even behind the toilet.
I opened the curtain to the tub, and it was sparkling clean too.
“Are you looking for something?”
I yelped and turned. Cain stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. He leaned against the jamb and eyed me suspiciously.
Damn. He looked good in this light. His long, brown hair peeked out from under his baseball hat and fell to the nape of his neck. He was buff, way more so than Trevor, probably from all the time he spent working on the farm. His eyes were a shocking blue, like the sky on a warm summer day.
Now that the adrenaline had faded, he was hot. Kind of like the cowboy in my dreams.
I pushed away the thought. I wasn’t even twenty-four hours out from running from my fiancé. I didn’t need to be thinking ofanyoneat that moment.
“Do you have a maid?” I asked.
“What self-respecting maid would come this far? Sorry, princess, but you’ll be cleaning up after yourself.”