Back To Country (Country Love #4)(24)

Setting the sack on the floor, I take my coat off and hang it in the front closet. Picking up the sack, I smile, wondering why he'd need to text Nash. Is he not here? "I brought some food. I'll go put it in the oven to warm it up." He nods, looking down at his phone while his fingers fly over the keyboard. I walk into the kitchen, every counter cluttered with dirty dishes, wadded up paper towels, and the surfaces clearly needing to be washed. "What in the hell happened here," I mumble as I look around. Shrugging, I place the sack on the counter and remove all the dishes. After setting the oven, I place both large pans in it. Then, I roll up my sleeves and get busy cleaning.

"Tina?" My head raises from looking down at the counter as I scrub and see Nash walking in the back door. I drop the sponge and take a step back, brushing my long hair back from my embarrassed face.



       
         
       
        

"Oh! Hi." I feel like I was caught doing something horrible. I shouldn't have just come in here, making myself at home.

"It's great to see you." He runs his fingers through his hair, looking disheveled. He walks over to me, putting on a smile. "Fuck. I'm sorry I haven't called you or at least texted." I wave my hand in the air like it's no big deal and open my mouth. Before I have a chance to respond, he takes me in his arms, hugging me tight. He leans back, the look of apology in his eyes. "I'm sorry." He kisses me and as my arms move around his neck, my toes curl and legs feel weak.



 As he starts kissing my neck, I remember that I was worried why he hadn't contacted me. "I thought  –  oh, yeah." He sucks some of my skin into his mouth, and I run my fingers into his hair. "I wasn't sure if  –  God, that feels so good." What was I saying?

He moves his luscious lips back up my neck then to my mouth. We both become totally out of breath. Definitely not a bad way to go. He cups my face. Our breathing labored. "I should have called." His thumb rubs softly over my cheek. "So much has happened, I...." The back door opens, and I look over his shoulder as he turns his head, his hand falling to my arm.

"Doc Mills is gettin' ready to leave." Bart looks at me and smiles then looks back at Nash. "Sorry, but he wants to talk to ya before he goes."

I look quickly at Nash when Bart closes the door. "Is everything okay?"

He grips my arm, his brows lowering. "That's why I haven't called. My mare Comet had a colt." My eyes widen. How wonderful! He doesn't smile, making my excitement fade. "Poor little guy had complications."

"Oh, no!" I put my hand on top of his.

His mouth lifts into a smile. "He's doin' better now. But it's been a rough few days." He looks over his shoulder then back at me. "I need to...."

"Go. I'll be here." He leans in and kisses me, gently. He starts to walk toward the door. "Let the guys know I brought plenty of food."

He opens the door and looks at me from over his shoulder and smiles. "That's mighty nice of ya. I'm sure they're starved. I'll be back in a bit."

I watch him leave and then I turn around to check on the food. Bending over, I start to open the oven door but instead reach up to my mouth, finding I'm smiling. God, what he does to me. Just a simple look, a smile, those sparkling eyes as he looks into mine. "Sheesh, Tina. You're like a star-crossed lover or maybe a crazy teenager." Grabbing the oven mitts, I pull out the large trays and set them on the counter. "Read a little too much?" I laugh, even though it does seem a little fitting. Suddenly, the back door opens, and a loud hustle and bustle ensues. 

"Evenin', Miss Tina." Bart tips his cowboy hat then takes it off, setting it down on a long hutch against the wall.

"Evenin'." Luis smiles.

The rest say hello and remove their hats then sit down at the kitchen table. "Here let me." Bart walks over and picks up the trays as I take out rolls from the oven. Sam helps take plates and silverware to the table. Once everything is done, Manuel comes into the room.

"Smells delicious!" He pushes himself over to the head of the table as Jim  –  one who is apparently shy, moves the chair out of the way. "Come. Sit, Miss Tina." I smile and sit down next to him as the guys start filling their plates.



 This time it was more comfortable as we ate. They guys were respectful, thanked me for the food, and told me how great it was. By the time they started taking their plates to the sink, I started getting worried about Nash. I look down at the empty chair beside me and wonder why he didn't come back.

"He's had a rough few days." I look up at Manuel. "You see. There's one thing his pa didn't have to teach him about breedin'." I tilt my head, really interested to learn more about Nash. "His love for animals." Oh! "Thing is, he hurts when they do. Would do anythin' for them." He settles in his chair. "That's why the last few days have been so tough. It wasn't lookin' good for the colt, thought we'd lose him, but Nash didn't give up. Stayed in the barn with him all day and night, doin' the stuff the vet told him to do."

"Oh," I whisper.

He smiles. "I know ya'll don't know each other that well, yet." Man, he isn't kidding. "I can tell ya'll have somethin' special goin' on."

"Yeah?" I smile. It turns down into a frown quickly. "Seems like there's secret forces out there that seem to keep getting in our way though." He laughs. He really is a nice man. I can see why Nash feels like he's a pa to him. It would have been nice to have someone like him as a dad. Lord knows mine isn't anywhere near that.

"Life in the country, workin' on the land, it gets pretty tough to do anythin' else." Geez, don't I know it.



"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

He smiles. "No. I'd better not. I've probably stayed up much longer than I should have. Hate bein' tied to this chair. It's hard when all I want to do is help him." He pushes himself back and starts to turn but stops. I stand and he places his hand on my arm. "I believe if a relationship is supposed to happen, sometimes things don't come easy. Sometimes you have to work for it. There are some that just fall into place but there are others where it takes struggle and determination, and sometimes those are the best ones. The strongest love." I smile, feeling a bit of wetness in my eyes. "You young kids just hang tough. I see the way you look at each other and can feel you pullin' toward each other. It'll happen." He turns and starts pushing himself out of the room. "And I believe it'll be one of those strong loves."



       
         
       
        

I watch him leave and wonder about his own life. Did he ever have that kind of love? Was he ever married? I clean up the kitchen and put all the leftovers away, which wasn't very much. Those guys sure have hardy appetites. Still no Nash. I think it's time to become determined and help this relationship along.





  Chapter Eleven





Nash

I turn up the small heater and pull up the blanket further on the colt. Doc Mills says he's doin' better but I can't seem to leave him. Comet whinny's on the other side of the stall. "He's doin' okay, Comet." I turn to look at her and see Tina standin' there, all bundled up in her coat. Damn, I've been so concerned about the colt, I forgot this whole time she's been up at the house. I stand and walk over to her. She walks toward me at the same time and right into my arms. "I'm sorry. I meant to...." She reaches up, placin' two fingers over my mouth.

"It's okay," she whispers. She looks over my shoulder. Her mouth opens, and her brows cross. "Oh! Is this the new addition?" She walks around me. I'm left smilin' as she bends down next to the colt. "He's precious!" As I squat down beside her, the colt lifts his head, lookin' up at her. "Is he gonna be all right?"

Lookin' down at him, I rub down his nose. "Yeah. Even though my barn is heated, I got a smaller one to put in here closer to him. Doc says he's doin' a lot better. Should be good in the next couple days." She looks up at me and smiles, but it turns sad. "Yeah, about tomorrow night...."

She sits down on the hay, crossin' her legs. "Nash. It's okay. I understand." I sit down beside her, leanin' back on my hands, and stretch my legs out. She looks at me and becomes serious. "I love that about you." My brows raise. "I love how you care so much for your animals. I love how much you care for your men." She turns toward me. "I love how much you take care of Manuel and what he means to you. I love...." Sittin' up, I grab the back of her head, pullin' her to me and cover her mouth with mine. I already knew how beautiful she is. Already knew how cute, shy, and adorable. But in this instant, I know just how special she is. As her lips part, I waste no time pushin' my tongue inside and explorin' her mouth. She tastes as sweet as she is. She lets out a moan, her hand movin' up my chest as I cup the side of her face, pullin' her hard against my mouth and coverin' her hand with mine. Our chests are pushin' against each other's as we both begin to struggle for a breath. I move back only to press my forehead against hers. The only sound in the barn is the hum of the small heater, the colt's breathin' and our heavy pants. It's  –  perfect.