You Saved Me!

~*Chapter 25: Louis *~

I couldn't believe it's was Tuesday morning, and Mr. Reynolds was heading out now to look at the place. I had no idea where Harry was. He'd been pissed ever since I'd jumped on him about the whole restraining-order shit.

As I headed out onto the porch, I saw a white F 250 pull up.

Motherfooker. He was early, and I had no idea where the hell Harry was. I stepped down off the porch and walked over to his truck. The guy that got out was young.

"Mr. Reynolds, it's a real pleasure to meet your sir. "

"How's it going, Louis ? Please, call me Scott. " We shook hands and gave each a good once-over. This bastard couldn't have been more than five or six years older than me.

"I can tell by your expression that you're wondering who the hell the young guy is standing in front of you," He said with a laugh.

I smiled back at him. "As a matter of fact I am. "

"I'm Scott Reynolds, Jr. My father is good friends with Garrett. I'm actually taking over my father's ranch, so he thought it would best if I came and met with you, to check out your place. "

"Sounds great. So, you probably know Liam? Were you at the wedding?"

He started to laugh. "Yeah, I know Liam really well. We used to be buds when we were growing up. I couldn't wait for the summers when I knew he was coming to visit. He's a good guy. I was at the wedding, but I left right after the ceremony. One of my mares foaled, so I had to leave early. It was a beautiful ceremony."

"Yeah, it was Niall's like a little brother to me. Liam been threatened by Greg and I both that if he hurts him we hurt him." I laughed "Well adoptive brother is very handsome. Liam's very lucky."

"Um, thanks. He's pretty special, that's for sure. Anyway, do you want to head down to the barn, check out the stables, and all?"

"I'd loved to. How many broodmares do you have so far?"

"Right now, I have four. Two of them are on the Payne's place. "

"Are any of them pregnant?"

"One. "

As we made our way over to my truck, I realized that this guy really knew his shit about horses. He was asking me every damn thing under the sun.

"I used to come to this ranch when I was little. I had a friend we called Smitty. He used to come and visit his grandparents here. You've really done an amazing job of getting it fixed up," Scott said.

"Thank you. I appreciate that. We've been putting a lot of blood and sweat into it, that's for sure. "

"What made you decide on breeding horses?" Scott asked.

I parked my truck as we pulled up to the barn. I turned and just smiled at him.

"My fiancé. He has a passion for horses. He really is the one who wants to train them for roping and barrel racing. "

"Has he ever done either of those?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yes, sir, he has," I said with a smirk of my own.

As we walked up to the barn, I could hear Harry singing. When we rounded the corner, I saw him mucking out the stalls, his back facing us. He was listening to music . The only thing I could see was Harry moving his fooking hips as he danced with a pitch-fork while singing loudly to Christina Aguilera's "WooHoo. "

"Did he just say 'you know you wanna put lips where my hips are'?" Scott asked.

Kill me now. "Harry ," I said, trying not to shout at him. "Haz? Haz!" I shouted.