"OHMIGAWD!" Jasmine squealed. "They are so totally hot! I am so jealous of you girl." She set the magazine Willow showed her down and dramatically sighed.
"You say that about everything," Willow grinned. "But yes, they are."
"So... Which one of them are you going to kiss?" She almost yelled.
"Jasmine! Shh! Not so laud." Walking across the room she shut her door, peering down the hall to make sure her mom wasn't on a war path to cancel her trip. "I'm not kissing anyone. They're too old."
"Are you kidding? They're perfect Lo." She said, using the nickname she gave her. "Tall, dark, and wickedly handsome, is only three years older than you. And prince charming six. That's not so bad. Think about my parents, they're eight years apart, look how happy they are together."
She had a point. Her parents were kinda far apart. Much more than three years, not that she liked the dark one. She was just making a point.
Yeah right, you have the hots for him and you know it. She thought to herself.
"Why do I have to kiss either one of them?"
"Willow, who else are you going to kiss if not one of them. None of the cute boys at school are going to stay in this town for college, you lost your chance there. And blake-"
"Please don't bring him up. Besides kissing isn't my top priority, getting to Wyoming is." She sighed, remembering how Blake broke up with her when he found out her condition.
"Well maybe it should be." She tskd. "Okay, enough of what could have been. now, tell me, who's hotter?" She held the magazine up so close to Willows face she could smell the ink.
"Neither. I told you, they're too old."
"You're no fun." She pouted.
"Are you going to help me choose my wardrobe or not?"
Her face brightened. "Of course!"
* * *
Crying.
More crying.
Her mother wiped a stray tear away and pulled Willow in for yet another hug.
"Mom, it's Wyoming, not boot camp." She sighed.
That made more tears erupt from the seemingly endless waterworks.
Willow pushed away from her mom and closed in on her father's big bear hug.
"Stay safe kiddo." He said.
"I will, promise."
"Good. Oh wait, we have a surprise for you."
"A surprise?" Oh no.
"Your mother hated the idea of you traveling alone so, she got you an escort."
Willow started to speak but was interrupted by a deep voice behind her.
"I take it you're the Gibbins? The ones who wanted a babysitter?" He stated blandly.
Willow spun on her heel and faced the intruder, ready to string a line of words he would hear all the way from the moon.
Then her jaw dropped.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
None other than Mr tall, dark, and handsome stood before her with an accusing glare.
Oh my god. Please don't remember me.
"You're-" she fumbled.
"Yes. Harley Tucker. Glad to be of service." He extended his callused hand and shook her perfectly manicured, red nailed, hands.
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Unbridled Hearts
Roman d'amourWillow Gibbins just wants to escape to the countryside before she loses her one chance. Convincing her parents is another thing. Harley Tucker is done with romance and done with big city women. He can't wait to turn his father's Dude Ranch back into...
