Page 14 of Only With Me

I get it started and then point to my ear. “Can’t hear ya, sorry!”

“Nice try!” she shouts over the engine, and I back out before she can interrogate me some more.

I dodge the question anytime someone asks me about getting a girlfriend or starting a family.

As if it were that easy.

Chuckling at Ruby’s annoyed expression, I drive over to the sweeper, get it hooked up, then drive across the gravel driveway toward the training center.

Or at least I try to.

One of the trucks that was driving toward the stables nearly runs me over.

“Jesus!” I brake as fast as I can, inches from hitting the hood or flying over it.

Fuck, I was so lost in my head, I didn’t even notice she was driving toward me.

Andsheis Harlow Fanning—beautiful, young, outgoing.

Her long, golden brown hair is pulled back and her brown eyes catch mine.

One of my sister’s clients.

Over a decade younger than me.

And my ex-girlfriend’s little sister.

Chapter Three

Harlow

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” I blurt the moment I jump out of the truck. “I stopped to help a friend on the way and was running behind.”

Waylon’s wide blue eyes meet mine before he turns off the four-wheeler.

A sexy, six-foot-something, muscular cowboy who I’ve known for years.

Not that we’ve talked much. He hardly notices me.

Waylon’s the quiet Hollis twin and hardly looks in my direction. He’s my older sister, Delilah’s, ex-boyfriend and probably still sees me as a little kid.

“It’s okay, Harlow. I shoulda been payin’ better attention, too.”

His intense eye contact and deep voice send a chill down my spine. Waylon might be reserved and keep to himself, but he’s all man. Tall, brooding, and too attractive for his own good. He’s a hard worker like the rest of his siblings, but Waylon makes it look effortless. I’ve been on the ranch enough over the past four years to notice how dedicated he is.

“Damn, almost had a collision.” Ruby joins us. “Y’all okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” I brush a hand over my forehead, glancing nervously between Waylon and Ruby.

“I’ll get outta your way,” Waylon starts the four-wheeler, then shifts around my truck.

Ruby smiles briefly at me before walking back toward the stables. I hop back into my truck and make my way to the parking area. Once I reach the stalls, I find Noah and Ellie.

“Hey, how’s it goin’?” Noah asks.

“Good. I was hopin’ to lunge Piper and take her for a ride before our session.”

Piper’s my six-year-old Appaloosa show horse. Noah and I have been working together with her since I was sixteen—four years ago. She gave me riding lessons and taught me the skills for show jumping. I started competing a year ago, so I still have a lot to learn and experience, but I enjoy it.