Southern Romance (sequel to Little Miss Rodeo Queen) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

Travis groaned as he threw the saddle up onto the saddle rack. "Why did that take longer than it usually does?" he whined.

I laughed and slung the saddle on the rack beside his. "That took less time with a fourth rider!" I reassured him.

Brant chuckled. "Poor guy can't handle it."

"Can too!" Travis protested.

"Then why ya complainin'?" Wyatt smirked.

"Because I feel like it!" Travis laughed.

"Dork," I mumbled.

Travis suddenly gave a sarcastic, offended gasp. "I AM NOT--"

"Okay! You hang out with your cousins way to much!" Brant cut him off.

"What?" Wyatt and I looked at each other when we spoke at the same time. "That has been happening way to much," I said.

"Agreed." All three of the boys spoke in unison, which caused us all to laugh.

"Hey, Bailey." Travis swung his arm around my waist. "You wanna go somewhere with me?"

"Shouldn't I get cleaned up first?" I said, slightly laughing. "I smell like dirt and--"

"Oh get a room!" Brant and Wyatt both turned to each other once they both spoke at the same time.

Brant put his hands up in defense. "I'm older, so therefore, stop copying me."

Wyatt huffed and crossed his arms. "Whatever." He chuckled and rolled his eyes. Travis and I stifled laughs as the two went back and forth about who was copying who (giving very sarcastic comebacks so they let us know they were just joshin' around).

"I'll be back around eight to pick ya up, babe," Travis whispered. He pecked my cheek before walking out of the barn.

"AWWWW! LOOK AT BAILEY ALL DOLLED UP!" Wyatt screamed as I walked into the living room.

I wasn't that dressed up. I wore my special  boots with my clean cut jeans (I tore them myself. Why pay $50 extra when you can easily rip them yourself?) I had to have Brant braid my hair since I can't braid on my own head (Yes. Brant can braid. His wife will thank me later for her not always having to do their kids hair). No makeup. . . Well, I lie. I had on a little bit of eyeliner and lip gloss but that was about it.

The top I chose was a red plaid shirt with a black tank top underneath. "Shut up, it's nothin' fancy."

"You still look adorable." Wyatt chuckled. "Don't have too much fun."

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