𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙙 [ T.Owens ]

Bitter Winds

Bitter Winds

SHE PATTED her hands on the center console, not saying much. Briefly glancing at the man in the driver seat, taking note of his tendency to tap the wheel twice before turning or switching lanes. 

The music on the radio softly played country music, she was tempted to lean forward and change the station. Respecting the so-called Truck rules he had in place for passengers who weren't the Wrangler crew. 

"Do you just not like country or something?" Tyler suddenly spoke up, she raised a brow. "What makes you say that?" She wonders. 

"Every time the next song comes on, you grip the console," Tyler states, her heart pounding at his observation. "That is scary that you noticed that," Connie says, he chuckled. 

"It ain't just the storms that I got an eye for." He reminded her, and she shook her head. "I don't hate country music, it's just okay." 

"Everyone always says they don't like it, but they still end up line dancing," Tyler tells her, she sighs into her seat. "Okay you want the truth, I don't mind some country music." She says. 

"Explain 'some' country music." He teased her, she shrugged tapping her leg. "Like Luke Byran or Kasey Musgraves." She says, he nodded. 

"I will always listen to nineties and eighties country," Connie tells him, he chuckles. "You got taste Muskogee." He agreed. 

"What about you? What was it like growing for you?" She wonders, and he glances at her. "You want to know all my secrets now?" Tyler remarked, laughing. 

"I grew up in this nice little town in Arkansas, living in town and on my aunt's farm." He tells her, and she listens closely.

 "You got a big family?" She wonders. "Yeah, pretty big, two older sisters." He says.

"My mama and Aunt were always there for me, and Dad he was there but he was always working," Tyler tells her. Connie smiled looking at him, covering her mouth to stifle her laugh. 

"What?" Tyler wonders. "It makes sense, a good old boy like you being raised by women. "Connie admitted, his cheeks growing warm. 

"Are they responsible for this whole Southern gentleman thing you got going on?" She teased him, he bit his lip shaking his head at her teasing. 

"That is all me...I like being good and helping people." Tyler says. Connie's stomach twisted, remembering how judgmental she had been.

"This job isn't easy, and just having a little bit of hand there for ya, make's a difference." He says. Cowboy with a heart of gold, she thinks. Tyler tapped his steering wheel as he pulled up a stop sign, glancing over at her. 

"What about you? How was it growing up?" He wonders, she shakes her head. "Well, nothing as easy as you." She says. 

"I never said growing up for me was easy." Tyler points out, shaking his head. "No, I kind of had to teach myself things that most boys should know by the time their twenty, like changing a tire." He recalls.