|Posted on March 17, 2014 at 2:30 PM|
Welcome- here is my latest installment of Maverick's Creek- I hope you enjoy!!
Someone nudged Anora’s shoulder, startling her awake. The first thing she saw was Belle leaning over her. “What? Did something happen?”
Belle laughed. “No, I’m getting ready to leave and I wanted to say good bye and to wish you luck. Look after my brother for me. He can be a bossy pain but he has a kind and gentle heart.”
“Brother? He didn’t tell me I assumed you were his girlfriend.”
“No, I’m the wanderer of the family. It’s time to get back to the rodeo.”
Anora sat up and stretched her arms above her head. “I don’t intend to be here long but I can look after him while I’m here.”
Belle treated her to a gracious smile. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Anora. Take care.”
“Belle!” Maverick’s voice boomed loudly.
“It was nice to meet you too.”
At the sight of Maverick peeking his head into the room, Anora squirmed and pulled the covers up to her chin. He was more handsome in the daylight and his blue eyes more striking.
“Morning, Anora. Belle, you’re going to be late.”
“See ya, and don’t let Maverick boss you around.”
Maverick frowned and shrugged his shoulders. “Damned if I ever know what she’s talking about.”
Belle brushed past Maverick laughing.
Anora watched until they were both gone. Suddenly she was wide-awake. Where was Andy and how much trouble was she in? Fear clutched her and wouldn’t let go. He’d never allowed her to go places herself let alone stay out all night.
Getting out of bed she grabbed her backpack hoping there were clean clothes in it. She unzipped it and looked inside. A roll of toilet paper, a sweatshirt and a couple pairs of underwear. Did he expect her to sleep outside? She groaned, he did and right outside the house she bet.
There was going to be hell to pay. Maverick had been more than gracious allowing her to stay but Andy was her husband. She scurried and got dressed in her clothes from yesterday maybe with some luck Andy will never know she spent the night in another man’s house. After she dressed, she pulled the sweatshirt on and grabbed her backpack.
Tiptoeing down the stair, she almost made it to the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She stopped but didn’t turn around. “Home?”
“I don’t think so.”
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