Southern Love

Chapter 1

Taylor Water's P.O.V:

"Taylor get up we have work to do!" My father called from downstairs. I groaned and got off my bed. Sliding my jeans on, I buckled my belt and walked downstairs without a shirt on, like usual.

"Honey we know your sports bras are cute but do you own a shirt?" My mother said laughing her sweet laugh.

"It's like 90 degrees out mom. Shirts are not my friend." I said grabbing an apple and walking to the door. I slid on my boots and walked outside munching on my apple.

"What hell-ish yard work are we pursuing today?" I mumbled throwing my apple into the trees.

"Lose the attitude Taylor." My dad scolded. I smiled mockingly and ran my hands through my wild dark brown hair. It was curly when I maintained it, but it was just wavy and messed up today. I threw it in a high pony tail and followed my dad to the driveway.

"Sure you don't want a shirt?" He asked.

"Why would I?" I asked. He usually didn't have a problem with it.

"Because you're meeting your new boss today." He said. We kept walking and I saw a truck pulled up in the driveway with an older man and a younger one.

"Hi, you must be Taylor. I've heard so much about you." The older man said walking up to me and shaking my hand.

"I'm Thatcher, and I heard you needed a job so I talked to your father about it and my wife and I could use a lot more help around the farm, so we'll work you into the schedule." He said. I smiled from ear to ear. I've always wanted to work on a farm. I love animals and it's what I want to do when I'm older, but I had never gotten hired anywhere before.

"Oh my gosh really?" I asked exasperated and excited. He nodded and I jumped up and down really happy. "Thank you so much." I finished. The young man got out of the truck and walked over to us.

"This is my nephew, Ray Tylers, Ray, this is Taylor Waters. You two are going to be working together from now on." Thatcher said while chuckling and patting him on the back.

"Ray is going to train you until you can work independently so we'll be able to split you up if necessary." He explained. I nodded and listened to the rest of his directions.

"So when do I start?" I asked.

"Right now. Milking starts at noon." Thatcher said. I nodded,  Acknowledging his statement.

I went inside and put on an old pair of jean shorts that fit nicely across my ass and an old tank top. I grabbed my work boots and walked out the door, sitting down and putting them on. I walked over to their truck and Ray got out and pushed his seat forward so I could get in the back. He held out his hand to help me because the truck was lifted and I wasn't very tall.  I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Thanks" I said laughing softly.

"No problem." He said. His voice was deep and his accent was strong. A deep south boy. Interesting. We sat there and waited for Thatcher to get back into the truck.

"You're accent is stronger than mine.  Are you not from around here?" I asked. 

"Nope. I was born and raised in Louisiana and when my momma heard that her brother needed help up here in Tennessee, she sent me up here to live and work."