Hope's Family Dreams (On Hold & Going Through Editing)

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Reed Williams stepped out of his brand spanking new grey 2012 Maserati GranTurismo MC Stradale. He was dressed in a business that must have cost no less than two thousand dollars. No wonder why he was broke.

Hope couldn't stand the aurora he sent off. Gone was the sweet brother she'd once had, he was replaced with a corporate slime ball. He'd probably screwed thousands of people over when his deals had fallen through.

How dare he not call or come home to visit since he'd left for college. There'd been so many times where she had just wished she could talk to her brother and have it be like old times. She could clearly tell that that was still never going to happen again.

In an icy cold voice, nothing like the one she'd remembered, he said, "Hello, Hope remember me, your brother?"

She hated his voice it just sounded so slimy and condescending. What had happened to him? Was everyone high up in the business world like him? Yet, she couldn't find the strength to care about the questions she'd pondered.

In her best stuck up voice she spoke. "Of course, although I'd thought you'd forgotten about me. Excuse me if I don't speak like your high society freak friends." She was getting pissed off now. Where were her parents when she needed them the most?

"Why didn't you go crawling to them when you became broke, huh?" The look on Reed's face said all she needed to hear, he was flabbergasted that she'd spoken to him like that. "We don't need you here, so just get in your car, turn around and leave."

Any words Reed could have spoken would have fallen on deaf ears, so he decided to semi do what she asked. He'd turn around, but next he was headed to his parents' house. Maybe they'd take pity on him.

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Hope don't you think you were a little hard on him?" Wes asked a little shocked by how she'd acted with Reed.

He got a one worded answer. "Nope."

Hope could be so pig headed at times. She refused to listen to someone who had left her family as if they were nothing more than trash that he was putting out on the curb to get rid of. Forgiving people didn't come easy to her and it sure as hell wasn't going to happen today.

Looking up at Wes, Hope wondered if he knew the whole story. "Wes, do you know exactly what happened?"

Wes shook his head no. "No, I don't know exactly what happened."

Breathing in deeply Hope began, "Reed and I we . . . we were always close. I was so depressed when he decided he was going to move across the country for college and not staying in-state. Reed was always there for me, and I didn't know how I was going to live without him." The last words got stuck in her throat, and she had trouble getting them out.

Seeing Hope close to tears almost undid him. He grabbed her and brought her into his embrace while he tried to comfort her. "Hope, it's going to be okay."

His embrace made Hope begin to cry. Crying wasn't a weakness Hope liked giving into. She instantly hated the feeling as the tears ran trails down her cheeks.

"I can't believe he left me and never looked back. No calls. He was my big brother." She said between the sobs that racked her body.

They stayed standing there for a while. His embrace helped ensure Hope that everything would be okay, and they both felt contempt in each other's arms. Neither had ever felt this feeling another's arm before and it sent a rush of excitement and nervousness through both of them.

Hope knew was about to happen and she wanted it to. Hope wanted to kiss him so back and from the way kept tensing up when she'd breathe over his neck, he wanted it to.

"Wes I'll feel better if you kiss me. Please."

How can a man resist a woman's pleas for him to kiss her? He can't and Wes really didn't want to deny her a kiss, so slowly he leaned his head towards hers, inch by inch. Until they're breaths mixed together and were no more than a hair apart. Wes couldn't take it anymore he had to kiss her. Screw taking things slow.

His mouth came down on hers. The kiss was soft and slow. It was the sweetest kiss Hope had ever received. The tenderness that radiated from Wes in that one kiss was breathtaking and beautiful. He was a rough cowboy and army man, but when he wanted to, he could be the sweetest man.

In that moment Hope realized that she wanted him to be with her no matter what, but how was she going to make it happen?

*****

The kiss was pure heaven in Wes's mind.

Hope did something to him every time he came within five feet of her. There was something about her that he just couldn't understand, but it made him want to be with her even more.

He needed her and he probably had since high school. He wanted her to be with him. He was beginning to form strong feelings for him and he didn't like them but he wanted to push through them, and have her be his.

When Wes broke off the kiss he instantly regretted it.

Hope leaned against him and sighed. "Thanks for being here with me."

"No problem Hope." He wanted to make her forget about Reed for a while. "How about you show me that horse you've been telling me about."

She flashed him one of her smiles and his heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, sure. I totally forgot about that."

The look on her face told him that she was happy to not have to talk about Reed anymore. He could understand how hard it was to 'lose' someone you care about so much. He'd practically 'lost' his father after his mother had died. His father had once been a funny and nice guy, but he turned into an ass and a grouch with the passing of his late wife.

One of the many reasons he'd decided to join the military was because of his father. He'd wanted to escape, but more than that he wanted to protect and serve his country. Some nights the nightmare still plagued him. The things he'd done and seen were awful but he'd do the all again if it meant he could have saved more of his buddies from dying, and then having to escort them home, while told their wives that he could have saved them, and that it was out of his hands. Of course his stories from the war were better for another time.

They walked over to the corral hand in hand. The hands were a little shocked by them holding hands. They'd never seen their boss sweet on anyone before. Things were most definitely going to change around there.