Approaching the Bench by Chantal Fernando

Author:Chantal Fernando [Fernando, Chantal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Star Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

chapter 10

TRINITY

I GLANCE DOWN AT MY new identification card and frown. “Do I look like a Taylor to you?”

“Can I call you Tay Tay?” Callum asks, amusement dancing in his eyes. He scans his own envelope and suddenly looks extremely thrilled. “Castiel. Isn’t that the angel guy’s name from Supernatural? Hell yeah, I’m going to rock this name.”

“You got Castiel? Are you kidding me?” I complain. I love that show, and I love Castiel, the character. Why did he get to have such a cool name?

“Because I’m a cool guy. Cas and Tay Tay,” Callum says, trying out the new names. “I can work with this.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy,” I tell him, shaking my head and turning back to glance out the kitchen window from the sink. I push aside the very country floral curtains for a better view.

We are only an hour plane ride away, but it seems like we are in the middle of nowhere.

That cop was right—there’s no way in hell anyone will find us here because the place probably doesn’t even exist on a map. We’re in the desert. It’s scorching hot and sticky, and the few people I saw in the small town as we drove in were all wearing cowboy hats and farm clothing. The cops provided us with new wardrobes, probably because we’d stick out like a sore thumb in our city fashion.

“This place is something else,” he murmurs, looking out of the farmhouse we now call home. “What are we meant to do with our time?”

“I have no idea, but I don’t do idle, so we’re going to have to figure out something.” A cow appears in my line of sight. Are we supposed to look after the animals on this farm? I turn to Callum. “Hey, Cas, ever milked a cow before?”

“I’ve never left the city,” he says, eyes widening. “Fuck no, I don’t know how to milk a cow.”

“I wonder what other animals we have on the land?” I ask, moving from the window to sit down at the circular wooden table. The farmhouse is very quaint but completely not my style. I guess it was time for a change though. “Should we get changed and check it out?”

“Get changed?” Callum asks, glancing down at his jeans and shirt. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“You didn’t check out your room yet, did you?” I ask, hiding my smile. “They put new clothes in the wardrobe. We can’t be wearing our city slicker getups around here.”

“City slicker,” he mumbles under his breath, before storming into his room. He returns shortly with a fairly unattractive checkered shirt. “They want me to wear this? And don’t get me started on the overalls. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m tall. What’s the bet the pants they gave me only come to my knees?”

“And I thought I was going to be the high-maintenance one,” I tease, pushing up from the chair, brushing past him and entering his room, turning back to him with a wink.

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