When Roses Collide

Chapter Thirty-Four

"Posse? What posse?" Travis asked, pulling the jeans off the top of his head only to have a shirt smack him in the face. He managed to duck in time to miss his boots aiming for his head. Deciding it was for his best interest to move, he reluctantly climbed out of the bed and went to the window. Pulling back the curtain, he saw three semi-trucks making their way up the long dirt road. "Who's that?"

"My posse!" she squealed, running around frantically.

"Yeah...I got that the first time," Travis grumbled, turning away from the window.

She had a leg in a pair of jeans which she was jimmying up with one hand while the other was desperately trying to tug a shirt over her head. She looked so damn cute wiggling around crashing into things, he wanted to gather her up in his arms again and finish what they had started this morning. Smiling as her ass jiggled sweetly into her jeans, he was about to reach out and do just that when her head popped out of her shirt and she whirled around. Seeing him standing there at full attention, she rolled her eyes.

"Get dressed!" she snapped, pushing him backwards and toppling him onto the bed.

Okay, so much for that idea, Travis groused to himself. "So, what the hell is a posse?" he asked, sitting up and pulling on his jeans.

"My family," she muttered, yanking on a pair of boots. "They're not supposed to be back for another couple of weeks. I'm going to kill, Bo!"

"Family?" Travis jerked his head around in time to see her disappear into the bathroom. How many kids did Jake have?

"Will you please get dressed," she mumbled around a mouthful of toothpaste and a toothbrush. Spitting in a not so lady like manner in the sink, she faced him. "If they find you in my bedroom..." she trailed off shuddering and finished brushing her teeth.

"We're adults, Harley," he reminded her as she flew past him and out the door, not even stopping long enough to give him a kiss. "Well...shit."

Running his hand through his hair, he blew out a frustrated breath. At least she didn't force him to climb out the damn window like some busted teenage boy. He hadn't had to shimmy down a damn tree since he was in high school and Becky Lou's daddy came home early with a loaded shotgun. He had barely managed to not get a load of buckshot in the ass that night. Listening to the ominous sound of the approaching diesels, he decided maybe it was better not to push his luck in that department.

Snatching the shirt she had thrown at him since his was now worthless, he pulled it over his head and slipped on his boots. As he tromped through the house, he caught sight of his hat still sitting on the couch and slammed it on his head as he made his way outside.

By the time he caught back up to her, she was already standing in the driveway waving as the trucks rolled in lying heavy on the air horns as they pulled up. Travis whistled under his breath at the sight of the metallic black big rigs. They were a huge, long and sleek impressive sight. Chromed out grills, bumpers, duel smoke stacks and gas tanks gleamed in the sun as the powerful engines vibrated the ground.

Ethan wasn't kidding when he had said she was loaded. Each Kenworth pulled a brand new Featherlite country Estate 53 foot Villa horse trailer with the Gypsy Rose painted on their sides complete with beautifully decorated roses. Damn near the spitting image of the ones on Harley's back. They were the cream of the crop as far as trailers went and each probably cost more than his fucking house.

Harley ran up to the first big rig as the door burst open and a huge hulk of a man wearing a bright red dew rag jumped down and scooped her up in his arms, swinging her around in a wide arch while she giggled in delight. A second, taller cowboy exited from the passenger side of the cab and quickly strode over to pick up Harley into a bear hug as soon as her little boots touched the ground.