Falling for the Rancher by Tanya Michaels

Author:Tanya Michaels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

At nearly eleven, Sierra finally went in to check on Vicki, who mumbled “go away” and yanked the sheet over her face with her good hand.

“Sorry, kid.” Sierra pulled the linens away. “All parties have to end eventually, and I’m declaring this pity party officially over. You’ll feel better after a shower.”

“I’ll feel better when Aaron flunks out of history.” Vicki glared. “Do you know he actually had me edit his paper before telling me he was seeing someone else?” She let out a shriek of fury.

“Bastard.” Sierra wanted to take the anger as a good sign, but there’d been anger yesterday, too, before the despondency. “He’s definitely not worth your lying in bed all day crying over him. He’s a pig.”

“That’s an insult to pigs everywhere,” Vicki said as they got her into her chair.

With the shower running, it took Sierra a moment to realize that the sound of someone knocking wasn’t her imagination. “Okay,” she said aloud, “there’s no way I forgot two appointments today.”

She answered the door, nearly bowled over by a trio of girls talking at once. It was hard to make out what each of them was saying, but she caught phrases here and there.

“Is Vicki okay?”

“...that rat Aaron...”

“...never be allowed to set foot in the Zeta Gamma Mu house again. Lifetime banishment!”

Sierra whistled to get their attention. “I take it you ladies are friends of Vicki’s?” she asked once they were quiet. When they all opened their mouths to speak, she held up a hand. “One at a time, please.”

“Not just friends,” answered a curvy girl who’d cut the bottom of her sorority T-shirt into strips, creating a fringed crop top. “Sisters.”

The three of them could almost pass for sisters. They were each about the same height with long, straight hair, although coloring and body shape varied.

The one in the middle wore glasses and was slender as a reed. “I’m Jemma. That’s Bree and Matisse. Her mom’s an art professor.”

The girl in the altered T-shirt nodded. “I have brothers named Claude and Blue.”

“We came as soon as we got Vicki’s text,” Bree said. “She sent Matisse a message last night—”

“But I’d accidentally left my phone in— Not important.”

“Can we see Vicki?” Jemma asked.

“Absolutely.” Sierra ushered them inside. Their company might be exactly what Vicki needed. While bad breakups sucked, venting to friends about guy troubles was such a reassuringly normal thing for a nineteen-year-old to do. Not like trying to reteach your legs how to support your weight or keep your pelvis perfectly aligned during standing exercises. “I’ll just let her know you’re here.”

They trailed her down the hall, waiting as she went into Vicki’s suite and knocked on the bathroom door. “Vicki? You have visitors.”

The terse “who?” from the other side didn’t sound very welcoming, and Sierra hoped she wasn’t wrong about Vicki needing her friends right now. “Um, Jemma and—”

“My girls!” The door opened, and Vicki wheeled into the room.

High-pitched squeals and greetings ensued.

Sierra winced at the decibel. “I’ll, uh, leave you guys to catch up.

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