Under A Texas Sky

1.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" The angry scream spilled from my lips and my manicured hand hit on the car horn at the car who cut in front of me on the highway.

"Damn Sylv, the New Yorker in you is showing." I hear Julie deadpan over my car radio. Instantly my eyes find the radio and start rolling over without fail, an action I have been religiously doing for the past day of driving. Juliette Brown, also known as the best chef this side of the globe. She grew up with me in New York and then she decided to move to Texas when she was eighteen, so far has never looked back or regretted it.

I take my turnoff to Texas and let out a sigh of relief. Driving for almost 13 hours straight might not have been the best plan in hindsight. "It is not my fault no one knows how to drive." I retort, an unflattering snort making its way out of my mouth and nose. Instantly I cringe as my mothers voice fills my head, about how the way I laugh should never be shown in public, its too manly, unladylike, her words crushed the little bit of spirit I even remotely had left. 

"Or maybe you are just irritated because you've been having a shitty time, got disowned, had to drive from New York to Texas, not to mention you're broke and spent approximately 25 hours driving." She bit out in one breath. 

Her words stung, not that she meant it in that way. The wound of what happened in New York was still fresh and bleeding. Sighing I decided to just let the comment flit from my brain and change the subject. 

"You sure it's okay that I stay with you till I get back on my feet?" I implored, double checking it was okay with her, not that I could turn back now. I was already about 1760 miles from my beloved New York. 

If my subject change bothered her she didn't show it, instead she just squealed and reiterated she was more than happy with me coming to Texas. 

I heard some ruffling at her end of the line and a muffled deeper voice filled the car. I took a chance asking her if it would be okay for me to come to Texas. She offered me her spare bedroom and a job at her cafe. Her cafe was her end all and be all, it was comforting to hear she trusted me with it. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place back in New York and she without a second thought welcomed me back into her home and into her life. 

"Sylv stop overthinking I'd love to have you here, I've been asking for years for you to visit. Anyway I need to get going, it's almost closing time here at the shop, and I'm trying to close earlier so I can meet you at home." I could hear her smile through the speaker and that softened the guilt that was rearing its ugly head, she always did know when people were drowning and needed a light or a hand. 

"Thanks Jules, I love you and I'll see you shortly." I smiled as the faint 'Love you' echoed through the car as she ended the call. I instantly turned the music up. The music drowned out my still busy head that was swirling with thoughts. My parents last words bounced through my head and started cracking at my heart. 

Deep in thought I didn't register a pothole in the road, a sudden thud caused the car to swirl onto the side of the road. Cursing I opened my door to check what the fuck was going on. My heels hit the road and the heat instantly hit me in the face the second my door opened. 

Sweat start dripping down the back of my neck as I check my wheel. 

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" The shout echoed out into the fairly deserted road. 

"Fuck this stupid car and stupid fucking road!" 

I was on the verge of a temper tantrum, when a car approached in the distance. The car did in fact not stop me from kicking my wheel and letting a frustrated groan slip from my lips. 

After driving into Dallas on my one day off from the ranch, the last thing I expected to see on my way home was a dark haired girl in fuck me heels kicking her fancy SUV. As if my brain wanted to remind me that I am indeed a male, she turned around as I parked behind her and turned her angry stare towards me. And dear baby Jesus the woman was a gift from the heavens above if I had any say in announcing who was a gift and who was not. 

She started at me through the front car window, if looks could kill me and my car, we would burst into flames and be six feet under within zero point zero two second. I studied her for a second, she had waist length black hair, legs that would look perfect on my shoulders- wait where the fuck did those thoughts just spawn from? 

I sighed and got out of my car adjusting my cowboy hat while the heat licked my already sweaty skin, putting the famous Weston smile I walked over to her. Her gaze tracked over my boots, worn in jeans, white t-shirt and flannel that was pulled up to my elbows. 

"Good Afternoon Ma'am, I'm Knox." I smiled. Her frown deepened. 

Before I could say anything else or ask if I can help her, her voice flowed out of her mouth and dear fucking all things holy her voice would be the death of me. 

"There is no fucking way you just called me Ma'am. You look older than me!" She screeched, her arms crossing infront of her chest, pulling my attention from her scowling face to her black dress and blazer. 

At the reminder of being old, my mood soured significantly. 

"It's called being polite, princess, something you clearly do not know." My accent jumbled with my words, accentuating my southern drawl. 

As my words registered her eyes widened and her breathing turned heavier, she turned around opened her trunk and suitcases fell out. I eyed her expensive luggage as she stood still and stared at the suitcases. 

A trembling, 'Fuck me' floated between us. Now it was my turn for my eyes to widen, those words send the blood rushing straight to my cock. I held back the groan that was threatening to escape from my mouth and thought about anything that would stop the blood from rushing to my dick. 

I sighed and cautiously walked towards her, at the sound of my footsteps she turned her head, her face was pinched together and she looked like she was about to say something before I started packing her suitcases out. 

"What the fuck are you doing, cowboy?" Her words were softer but the bite didn't go away. 

"Helping you." I grunted out as I got to the bottom of all the suitcases and opened the bottom of the boot to find a brand new spare wheel and everything I need to fix her problem. I could almost hear my father in my ear telling me how I'm a protector, a soft man and quiet carer. This would prove her right. I shrugged the comments from years ago off my shoulder and focused on fixing her car. 

I turned around with her spare wheel in my hand and looked at her. 

Dear lord this women looked like heaven on earth but she had an attitude from hell. 

She will be the death of me.