Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,43
said she hasn’t ordered anything.”
“Shit,” I mumbled. “Did you want to head on over and pick it up?”
“Who’s it from?”
“I don’t know—she wouldn’t tell me. Said something about her not being the post office.”
He laughed. The fact that he found any of this amusing pissed me off.
“I’m glad you think this is funny, Brock.”
“Sorry, dude, but it is. If only you would just—”
“I’ve got to go. Talk to you later.”
I hung up before he could say anything more about talking shit out, then tossed my phone down. “Shit.”
I put the truck in drive and headed back to the ranch. When I got to the driveway that led down to Kaylee’s house, I almost didn’t make the turn, my nerves getting the best of me.
“Stop being a pussy,” I said as I floored it and raced down the driveway. I knew it might be something Dad had ordered for the ranch.
After parking right in front of her place, I got out of the truck and took a look at the newly repaired roof. Lincoln had offered to pay to fix it, but Brock had said Kaylee told her no: she had already committed to buying the house, and it was hers to fix. I admired the shit out of her for taking responsibility for it.
I walked up the steps and looked around at the plants on the porch and smiled. What was it about women and the first signs of spring that made them start putting flowers out?
Sitting next to the door was, in fact, a large package with my name on it. From a saddle company in Billings.
“Damn you, Tanner.”
There was no doubt in my mind that my little brother had sent this to Kaylee’s house on purpose. I picked up the box and carried it down to my truck. It was large and awkward, and I almost fell twice. My leg was bugging me for some reason today, and the dull ache seemed to show up anytime I went a few days not thinking about the accident. It was like a bitch slap to remind me yet again of my past.
After putting the saddle into the back of my truck, I went to get in but stopped. It would be pretty damn shitty of me to leave and not even let Kaylee know I had gotten the package.
With a frustrated sigh, I shut the door to my truck and walked back up to her door. I knocked, but she didn’t answer. Glancing back toward the barn, I saw her BMW SUV parked there, so I knew she was home. I knocked again, this time harder.
Nothing.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called her.
“Hello?”
She sounded like she had me on speakerphone.
“Why do you sound like you’re in a can?”
“Probably because I’m trying to stop this leak.”
“What leak?”
“It’s nothing.”
I rolled my eyes, then reached for the door. It was unlocked.
“You really need to lock your front door.”
“Are you in my house? I didn’t invite you in, Ty Shaw.”
“Clearly you did by leaving your front door unlocked,” I said, making my way up the steps.
“Damn it, Ty. Go away.”
I hung up the phone and pushed it back into my jeans pocket. I walked into her bedroom and straight into her bathroom. I’m not going to lie: I was hoping she’d be in nothing more than those lace panties again.
Instead, what I found was Kaylee sitting on the floor, trying to use a wrench to stop the spray of water coming from the hose she had hooked up from the wall to her bidet.
“Shit, I forgot to hook that up for you,” I said, trying to take the wrench from her.
“I got it!” she shouted, water now spraying both of us.
“Obviously, sweetheart, you don’t. Let me have it.”
Kaylee shot me a dirty look. “I’m not your sweetheart. You can leave, Ty. I’ve got this.”
“Kaylee, will you just let me help you with that?”
She looked up at me, pure determination in her eyes. “I can handle this. I don’t need your help.”
“Clearly you do. You’re going to flood this whole bathroom, and then it’s going to leak downstairs, and you haven’t even let the ink dry on the contract from buying this place yet.”
Kaylee tried harder. If she ended up breaking it, things were going to go from bad to worse.
“Shit! Come on, you stupid thing!”
“Just let me help.”
“I’ve got it!”
She jerked again, and again it didn’t move. I could see the frustration beginning to build on her face.