Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #2) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,24
was going to keep me away from home. I don’t care how sexy or rich he was. It was a compromise. Have a handful of kids. I’d work on the ranch and help with the bar, and he’d continue running his family’s business. We’d had our entire future planned out,” I explain with a frown. “Until he fucking ruined it. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive him for what he did to me.”
“I might become a nun with y’all,” Elle says, causing the three of us to laugh.
“Are you sure about this?” Elle hesitates.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I tell her and walk toward the exit, leading the way.
We hop in the Jeep. I sit in the front while Maize and Kenzie sit in the back. Elle starts the engine, and we turn out of the parking lot, then I give her directions to Nick’s house. A part of me feels like a loser for keeping tabs on him, but we dated for a little over a year. I can’t just snap my fingers and make my heart forget the way he made me feel when things between us were good. We shared some happy memories, but he was so willing to throw it all away.
Elle turns down his street, and my heart races a million miles per hour. My throat goes dry, and I’m unsure of what I’ll see when we pass. Thanks to Facebook and his willingness to brag about everything, I knew exactly what house he’d bought. We’d looked at it together online once, but when I said we’d need to compromise and live between San Angelo and Eldorado so it’d be convenient for us both, he closed out of the webpage, then told me to forget about it and changed the subject.
She slows in front of the house, and that’s when I see his Mercedes parked next to a Corvette. I bite my bottom lip so hard, I’m shocked I’m not bleeding.
“Stop,” I tell her, my blood pressure rising as I think about everything that’s happened over the past couple of months. I get out of the Jeep and open the back door to the hatch and find a tire iron. Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m marching down the driveway on a mission and take all of my frustrations out on his beautiful bright yellow Corvette. With every bit of strength I have, I swing the cool iron against the windshield. Watching it shatter gives me so much fucking satisfaction that I don’t stop. I go to every side window and even the back before I take my anger out on the hood of the car.
Maize whisper-shouts my name. “Rowan, come on!”
Looking up at her, I make one final blow to the taillight. I’m sure if she wouldn’t have stopped me, I’d have kept going too. Before walking back to the Jeep, I look at all the damage I’ve caused and don’t feel an ounce of regret. Actually, I feel better. Though I’m still not over being cheated on, I’ll sleep great tonight knowing tomorrow morning when that prick gets up to go to work, his prized possession won’t be so immaculate.
I climb inside the Jeep, setting the tire iron in the back seat between Maize and Kenzie. They look at me with wide eyes and their jaws dropped.
“That was badass,” Kenzie eventually says, breaking the silence.
“I’m in shock,” Elle tells me, chuckling. “I can’t believe you fucked up his car like that.”
“Thousands in damage, without a doubt,” Kenzie says.
“Yep!” Adrenaline rushes through my body as we head back to the bar. “Oh wait, can we just go back to the hotel? I think I’ve had enough fun for the night.”
“Only if we can stop and get double cheeseburgers first. Do you know how badly I’m craving McDonald’s?” Kenzie says. “Sometimes it’s hard living so far away from greasy food.”
“I’m convinced you’re really a raccoon,” Maize teases. “Mischievous, messy, and eats everything in sight.”
I burst into laughter. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Kenzie, the trash panda. I think we might’ve found a new nickname for you.”
Kenzie rolls her eyes. “Oh my gosh, y’all. I’m not that bad!”
“You are,” Elle speaks up as she pulls into the drive-through. “You totally are.”
After she’s ordered nearly four of everything on the menu, she pays, and then we’re handed three bags filled with chicken nuggets, double cheeseburgers, and a ridiculous amount of salty french fries. Living in the country does have its disadvantages, but I’m