Page 7 of The Curvy Girl’s Lucky Cowboy (Cowboys Love Curvy Girls)
Chapter six
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Antonia and I are sprucing up the bandstand area in the community park.
Whoever worked here last season, didn’t do a very good job pruning the roses.
Sure, hybrid tea roses can be tricky to grow, but these shrub roses were planted in the perfect location for our climate, southeast. They should be starting to bloom, but half of them are dead.
We dig them out of the ground and amend the soil with compost, peat moss and well-rotted manure. By then, we’re exhausted and decide to plant the new crop of roses tomorrow. Although, truth be told, I wouldn’t mind working through the night.
I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. Bo and I have been dating non-stop since our Spring Fling date at the park a month ago. We haven’t made any promises or commitments, but we’re in constant communication. So I don’t know why I’m feeling a twinge of worry.
“Let’s call it a day, Antonia,” I call out reminding her. “I feel guilty standing here watching you dig that hole. We’ll finish up tomorrow.”
She squints at me from under the brim of her floppy sunhat. “You positive?”
“Absolutely. Those roses aren’t going anywhere. They’ll be fine in the shed overnight. If you could just bring the supplies back to our greenhouse and lock up, you can leave.” I shake my garden bag, hear the metal jangle and pull out the keys in front of her. “Take the truck.”
“Really?” She sends me a big smile. It’s the first time I’ve let her drive the truck on her own, but her driving record is impeccable, and our greenhouse is just up the street. I toss her the keys and she catches them with one hand. “If you insist. See you tomorrow morning.”
“Have a good night.” I watch her collect the last shovel and take off down the street before I check my phone for the thousandth time today.
Still no word since his good morning text.
Bo’s in Los Angeles with the film crew. He’s been there for a week, and has someone filling in for him at the clinic.
Apparently, the production crew needed him to make a few changes in the editing booth, before they pitched Wild Vet .
They found an agent who managed to book a meeting with someone from one of the major streaming services.
Their appointment was for lunch at the Beverly Hills Hotel at noon.
It’s now five thirty here and still no word.
I’d never hold Bo back from anything he wanted to do. I understand I have no claim on him, but I’d still like to know what’s happening, and I’m not ashamed to admit, I’d be crushed if he left West Palomino.
I sigh, and head for home. The short walk will do me good.
I’m right in front of The Slice of Life bakery when my phone starts pinging and vibrating against my thigh. I quickly pull it out of my pocket and move to the shade, out of the glare.
I read Bo’s message twice: I’m still in meetings. Be home tomorrow. I miss you. THEY BOUGHT THE SHOW!