Run Wild Horses

Chapter 3

She's somebody's problem, somebody's goodbye
Somebody's last call number that they can't find
Somebody's best day, somebody's worst night
Somebody's reason for leavin' on the porch light
Thinkin' 'bout them tan lines and I'm thinkin' damn, I'd
Love to drown in them heartbreaker blue eyes
Shе's somebody's problem and somebody's problеm's
About to be mine
About to be mine

Ryan's POV

"You heard from Brooke?" Chase asked me, and I felt a prickle, or maybe it was a chill pass up my spine.

"No. I don't really expect to either. She's moved on. Living her Hollywood dream. Screwing a producer." I replied, taking a sip of beer to wash down the bitter taste in my mouth.

"I hate to say I told you so, but..." Chase started to say.

"Then don't say it." I cut him off, feeling annoyed.

"I told you so." He smirked. That fucker.

"Feel better now?" I asked.

"Are you ever gonna learn man. Lexie leaves you for Nashville, then Brooke leaves you for LA. Maybe you should find a real girl. Someone who doesn't have big dreams of fame and fortune. Someone who is content with living out in the middle of nowhere. Someone who can embrace the NASCAR lifestyle." Chase said.

"Like you found with Courtney?" I said, trying to contain my hint of jealousy. Chase was so lucky. He had snagged a hottie who had it all. A former NFL cheerleader of all things. She had the looks, yet she also had the heart of a small town girl. They had met when she began working at Hendrick Motorsports, and their relationship grew when she became his PR. She was sweet, supportive and loved NASCAR. More than that though, she loved him. She didn't give a damn that he was Chase Elliott, Most popular driver. Son of the legendary Bill Elliott. She loved Chase Elliott the man.

"Exactly. You're never gonna find that when you're constantly chasing actresses, singers and Instagram models."

I knew he was right, but how the hell else was I supposed to meet anyone? How do you find the right person who wanted to be with you for you? Certainly not from the fangirls that were constantly sliding into my DM's. Was I really ready for all of that anyway? I was having a good time right? Of course I was. I wasn't heartbroken over Brooke and Lexie chasing their dreams. More disappointed than anything. It was times like this though that I envied Chase for what he had found with Courtney.

I took another long swallow from my beer bottle, my eyes finding Courtney, who had just walked out of the house. She wasn't alone. Whoa!

"Who is that?" I asked Chase, eying the smoking hot brunette deep in conversation with Courtney.

Chase let out a deep chuckle. "Court's cousin Sam from Louisiana. She's staying with us for a few days."

"So what's her story?" I asked, curious.

"She's a little uptight at first, but once she loosens up, she's cool. Going through a little bit of a crisis. Quit her job then caught her fiancé cheating. So she's here now."

"Sticking around?" I asked.

"No clue. I know she looks like your type, but don't even think about it." Chase said in a slight warning tone.

Indeed she did look very much like my type. Slightly above average height, killer body with a tight ass. Slim curves I could get lost in for days, all emphasized by a hot pink bikini that left very little to the imagination. Why did Chase sound so protective of her? Telling me to not even think about it. Too much baggage perhaps? My type always looked like that and came with too much baggage. Maybe I just needed a new type. Maybe a blonde? Redhead maybe? Then I watched her take off her sunglasses and push them to the top of her head. Damn, I was a sucker for baby blue eyes.