C4
Cora’s POV
We’ve been driving for over an hour, as soon as we got off the plane we got in to the car. I watched as the city faded in to farm land, horses grassed and ran beside the car. Trees wized past, along with farms and fencing. We pulled up to a big log house, it was at least three stories high, and looked like your typical log house. Spread around us was a mile long track, what looked like two training areanas, a smaller log house down the road, an indoor arena, and three buildings I suppose to be barns.
Jeff, I had learned the big guys name to be, and I got out of the truck as I looked around. He pulled the suitcase out and I tried to take it from him, “No, I got it.
I bit my lip, “Sorry, but I don’t sleep in the house.”
“What?” he gave me a questioning look.
“Well when ever something new happens to me I sleep in the hay loft or with trent,” I explain, worry bubbled in my stomache at his name.
“Trent? Who’s trent?”
“My horse, back at the other farm. Mom had no will so I could not keep the horses, trent would always let me sleep in the corner of the stall and protect me whenever I had a fight or someone was mad,” I say in a sad tone.
Jeff’s face softened, “you must really miss him.”
I nod my head “He was my best friend, the horses were my only friends.”
I didn’t want to talk any more, I didn’t want pity, I wanted to be by my Trenton, I didn’t need to talk, I needed my horses. Quietly I walked in to the house, it was huge, there were spiral staircases in the main room, the kitchen was huge, stainless steal oven and cook wear, I cabinets were redwood, the countertops granite, over a huge table was an antler chandler. The living room had a huge plasma screen TV, one long couch, a love seat, and two rocking chairs.
“Do you like it?” asked someone behind me.
“Yeah,” I stated, not turning around, “it’s nice.”
“Good, Good, I hope everything is sorted out, umm there is one problem, all the bedrooms are booked so we have to figure out something,” he said.
“I’ll sleep in the hayloft,” I said, though anger stirred in me, he knew I was coming for three weeks and he didn’t bother to get me a room.
He looked at me, as if wondering whether or not I’m joking. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you uncomfortable.”
Too late, “no I was going to sleep there anyway, I find it more comfortable than any house.”
“Oh, alright, I’ll put your clothes in there for now,” he said.
“Don’t worry I don’t bite,” I joked grimly.
“Can I give you a hug?” he asked, he almost looked hopful.
I nodded, and in moments I was engulfed in two very strong arms. He held me like I was his lifeline, very gently but firm. Letting go I had time to asses him, short black hair, striking blue eyes so much like my twins, broad shoulders, 6’3, and lots of muscle.
“Can I go and meet the horses?” I asked.
“Oh yeah sure,” he said, “I’ll ask james to take…”
