Eloise has always been so infatuated with the country life and has always wanted to have the chance to experience it for herself. When the opportunity for this to happen presents itself, she jumps at it and meets a country boy that makes her heart r...
We pulled up in front of his family's house and I was stunned at how big and beautiful it was.
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"This is my home," Foster said as he looked at the marvelous home that sat in front of us.
"This is my dream home. I've never seen something so, so... WOW!" I said, speechless.
He chuckled as he hopped out of his truck and rushed around to grab my door, helping me out.
"My mom and dad will love hearing that. This is their pride and joy," Foster grinned.
"Well, I can see why!" I cried out in a duh tone.
He took a hold of my hand in his as we walked up to the front door and into the house. The moment we set foot inside, Sawyer, Culver, and Cayce were stood there, looking at us expectantly.
"Um, what are y'all doing?" Foster asked, frowning at his younger brothers in confusion.
"Waiting for you to finally get home," Culver said.
"We didn't know if you'd bring Eloise with you or not," Sawyer added.
"Why? Is something wrong?" I asked.
I was beyond lost right now. I didn't know what they wanted or what was going on.
"We wanted to know if last night you rode a cowboy, Eloise," Cayce said while both Sawyer and Culver wiggled their eyebrows suggestively.
My eyes just about bugged out of my head at his words as my cheeks reached a new shade of red that I didn't know was possible.
"Guys! Back off!" Foster shouted.
"Nope. He didn't, because if he had he wouldn't be so cranky," Culver said, dropping his voice as he spoke to Cayce and Sawyer.
"I'm going to get you three!" Foster growled.
Then Foster ran after his brothers as they sprinted off, all in different directions. Foster went after Cayce. I stood and watched, chuckling at what was currently happening.
"Oh, good morning, Eloise," Mrs. Hunt said in shock at seeing me after turning a corner.
"Morning Mrs. Hunt," I greeted her politely.
"Where's Foster at?" Mrs. Hunt asked.
Before I could answer, I heard a yell and then Foster and Cayce.
"Ahhh! I'm sorry, I was just kidding! No not the towel! YOOWWWCCHH!" Cayce
"I warned you, you little shit!" Foster bellowed.
Mrs. Hunt rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"What did that boy do now? Oh, morning, Eloise," Mr. Hunt said, just as surprised at seeing me as his wife was.
"Morning, Mr. Hunt," I greeted.
"I take it that he said something about you, and Foster went after him?" Mr. Hunt guessed.
