Winning the Cowboy Billionaire - Emmy Eugene Page 0,52
one, but two, roads, Olli was fighting back tears. She pressed against them relentlessly, wishing she owned a horse and could just take the straightest path to Spur.
She finally pulled up to the house, where no less than four pickup trucks were parked. Her dinky sedan looked so out of place, and Olli also realized that she’d never been here before as Spur’s girlfriend. She’d only stepped foot on the ranch the one time, for the picnic last weekend.
He always came to her house or they went out. She wasn’t sure what to make of that, and she peered up at the impressive house. It was made of stone and siding, and someone took very, very good care of it. The landscaping was likewise pristine, and Olli struggled just to keep breathing.
There was no way she could get out of this car and go up to the door.
“Do it,” she told herself. “You have to do it.” Not only had Spur misunderstood, but Frank Renlund would be on her doorstep in less than twenty-four hours. She needed Spur, and she cursed herself for thinking she could use that website to get a few male testers for her new cologne.
Spur had already helped her, but she knew the basis for a good product was getting a lot of feedback before it was finalized. She’d been planning to mix up the top five colognes as identified by Spur, give the man she’d hired from the site twenty bucks and a sub sandwich for his time, and get the data she needed.
She’d done nothing wrong.
What did Spur think she’d done? He hadn’t said before he’d left. She’d never seen him so angry, and her fingers shook as she reached for the door handle.
Get out, get up there, ring the doorbell, she recited mentally. She had to do this. It would be hard for less than sixty seconds.
She stood next to her car, the country stillness surrounding her so calm. The serenity of the scene reminded her of why she’d never left Dreamsville and why she’d decided to buy outside of town.
She couldn’t move, because she just wanted to go home. She could change into her sweats and finish cleaning the perfumery in the morning.
No, you can’t, she told herself. You have to do it tonight to get that polish smell out before Frank arrives. She started a mental argument with herself, and she honestly wasn’t sure what to do.
“Olli?”
She blinked and turned toward the male voice. Trey stood there, and he glanced at the house and then her before detouring in her direction. “You okay? Do you need to see Spur?”
She nodded, because if Trey would take her to the door, she might be able to go.
“All right,” he said with a smile. “C’mon then. We don’t bite.” He gestured for her to follow him, and he went past the trucks parked in the driveway and inside the garage. Olli hadn’t even seen that it was open.
Trey went up the few steps there and opened the door, calling, “Is Spur around?” before he even stepped inside.
Olli lingered several paces behind him, but he didn’t let the door close in her face. He held it for her as a couple of people answered his question.
“I’ll see if I can find him,” Trey said. “This place is kind of a zoo sometimes.” He kept his smile in place and indicated she follow him again. He led her down a hall past a laundry room on one side and what looked to be a mud room with lots of storage, cowboy boots, jackets, hats, and other supplies on the other.
The hallway opened up into a massive kitchen and attached dining room. The ceiling stretched for two stories, and Olli’s neck wouldn’t bend back far enough to see everything. “Wow,” she said.
“Looks like there’s some dinner here,” Trey said. “Help yourself. I’ll be right back.” He walked through the space and through a wide, arched doorway, where he began talking to a couple of the other Chappell brothers.
They all looked at her, and Olli had the distinct feeling she shouldn’t be there. She certainly wasn’t going to eat anything, though the meatballs and mashed potatoes didn’t look half bad. Someone in this family could cook, and Olli snuck a glance at the men still talking on the other side of the room.
She just wanted to talk to Spur for a few minutes. She pulled out her phone and texted him. Where are you? I just need five