Broken Trouble (Broken Storm Series Book 1)

Chapter 13

When we arrived back at the ranch, the yard and corrals were bustling with activity. There was cows standing around mooing in a patch of grass off to the side, making me wonder why they were so close to the house instead of out in the pasture.

We stopped in front of the house and dismounted, Dylan moving to stand in front of me. The date had been perfect, even with his allergic reaction. If anything, it had broken the ice for the rest of our date. We stood there, a hot breeze blowing at us as we looked at each other, it was like we were both perfectly content to just stand there and stare into each other's eyes for the rest of our days.

The ranch door burst open as Starre flew out the door and down the steps. "I get the details first! Everyone back off!"

Dylan and I broke eye contact, blushing as we looked around. It was like a swarm of sharks and a dolphin narrowing in on us like the only fish around for miles. Only the sharks was the guys, the dolphin was Starre, who was actually fighting the guys off pretty well by running at me full speed. "Come on, get in the truck and let's go. I want to hear everything without them around to be all jealous over it."

I glanced at Dylan, who smiled softly at me and nodded. "Thank you."

I knew exactly what he was thanking me for; saving his life, not being a snob, accepting him, everything. "And thank you," I said back, watching him blush even more.

I felt Brooks reins being pulled from my hand and glanced over my shoulder to find Wyatt. Shirtless. I know I had seen them all before without their shirts on, but it still didn't stop my breath from catching at the sight of his tanned, toned, sweaty chest.

Gavin spoke from somewhere behind him, dragging my attention away, "You should go now, she was wearing a fucking hole in the floor waiting for you. I've got enough things to fix up without adding something else to the list."

I was surprised to hear Gavin speak like that, he wasn't directly cussing me out, just being his usual grumpy self. Since this morning, it was like he'd suddenly decided to be nice to me. I didn't know if I should be worried or relieved.

"Let's go!" Starre demanded, grabbing my arm and pulling me to her truck. We were heading down the road before I could blink.

"Tell me everything and don't leave out a single thing!" Starre squealed as she hopped in her seat with excitement, the truck swerving around the road before she corrected it.

"I think I'll wait until we're not barreling down the road at-" I paused, glancing at the speedometer, "sixty-five miles an hour."

"That's probably smart," She agreed as she focused on keeping the truck on the road. Starre didn't live very far from the ranch, in fact it would be rideable on horseback for a more experienced rider. She parked at her house and grabbed a bag from the back seat. As we walked to the house, I wondered how much I should tell her. Would Dylan want her to know about him having an allergic reaction? It wasn't anything to be ashamed of, but he was probably still embarrassed about it. I know I would be. Then again, Starre was my friend and it felt like I should tell her everything. Maybe Starre would keep it a secret.

I started telling her everything that had happened on the date, starting from the awkward conversation to the bee sting, then the picnic, singing and finally the kiss. I tried to go over everything as quickly as possible without leaving out any important details, but Starre was constantly interrupting with questions, gasps and squeals. I didn't feel annoyed because it felt like she was reacting how any normal girl would react to those things. By the time I got to the kiss, Starre had grabbed my arms and yanked me up, jumping and screaming with joy. I found myself smiling along with her, hopping up and down.