Home for a Cowboy (Windsor, Wyoming Book 1) by Amy Aislin

Author:Amy Aislin [Aislin, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Windsor, Wyoming #1
Publisher: Amy Aislin
Published: 2020-06-08T18:30:00+00:00

LAS SPENT THE TIME MARCO was away alternately working with the ranch hands, taking Harriet on long walks away from people, working on the USNC proposal for his mom, and googling apartments for rent in Laramie. If he couldn’t get a single room in the graduate dorms, he’d find his own place.

Once, he tried to sleep under the stars in the back of his dad’s truck, but without Marco, it no longer had the same appeal. He ended up spending a lot of his free time at his tent and skipped more than one family dinner, a fact that didn’t annoy his parents as much as concern them. They seemed to understand that he needed space.

“Everything okay, kiddo?” his mom asked when he showed up for breakfast a few days after Marco left. “Your dad and I have been worried about you.”

“I’m fine. Just…” He tried to come up with an excuse as he served himself hash browns, eggs, sausages, and fruit. He shook his head, at himself, the situation, the fucking light of day. He was pissed at himself, annoyed with Marco for making him question everything, tired down to the bone from too many sleepless nights.

“If there’s anything you want to talk about—”

“I know.” He forced a smile that would reach his eyes. “Thanks.”

Later, after attending family dinner for the first time in days and once the sun had set, he sat at the desk in his bedroom and stared blankly at a website advertising apartment rentals near UW. None of them interested him, just like food didn’t interest him beyond a need for it to keep him going through the day, or even the proposal for his mom, or tomorrow’s upcoming Fourth of July festivities. The only thing that brought him any solace was his horse and his tent. Even the stars were tainted without Marco to share them with.

If this was how he felt with Marco away for less than a week, how would he feel once Marco left permanently in September?

Marco had taken his heart with him, all the way to DC, and Las was floundering without it. Without him.

How did people in love manage long-distance relationships? Not that he was in love. Just . . . longing. Intense like. Desire and attraction.

Fuck, maybe he was in love. What did he know?

A door closed down the hall. Las rolled his chair to his own doorway. Alice, dressed in ankle-height cowgirl boots, a loose and flowy knee-length white dress with a red belt, and a jean jacket, stood outside her closed bedroom door, thumbs working on her phone.

Interest peaked for the first time in days, Las cocked his head. “Where are you off to?”

With a smug smile, she dropped her phone into a small clutch the shape of a large wallet. “I have a date.”

Las blinked at her. “With who?”

“John.”

“Which John?” There were two ranch hands named John, plus his mom’s landscaper, and… Las was sure there was another one. Maybe in guest services?

“He’s a sous chef at Fire & Sky.

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