Texas Proud (Vincente 2)
“She sat at the desk, her head bent over a ledger, trying to concentrate on the blurred column of figures that danced before her eyes. At last she closed the book, extinguished the lamp and decided to go to bed. She walked to the stairs, turned back and looked at the front door.She thought of Noble waiting for her at the river there was no doubt in her mind that he'd be there again tonight. She'd tried to push thoughts of him to the back of her mind, but it was impossible. He pulled at her, enticing her to come to him as surely as if he were in the room with her.
And she wanted to go.She shook her head, trying to hold on to her resolve. She felt adrift, removed from reality, yet she had never felt more alive. Her mind was attuned to the night sounds the constant chirping of crickets, the occasional hooting of a barn owl somewhere in the distance. She listened to the lonesome howl of a wolf and, moments later, the answer of its mate. She closed her eyes and leaned against the stair post..., digging her fingernails into the soft wood.Noble was by the river, waiting for her, just as the wolf was waiting for its mate.She hurried to the door, ripped it open and ran to the barn.MoreLess
And she wanted to go.She shook her head, trying to hold on to her resolve. She felt adrift, removed from reality, yet she had never felt more alive. Her mind was attuned to the night sounds the constant chirping of crickets, the occasional hooting of a barn owl somewhere in the distance. She listened to the lonesome howl of a wolf and, moments later, the answer of its mate. She closed her eyes and leaned against the stair post..., digging her fingernails into the soft wood.Noble was by the river, waiting for her, just as the wolf was waiting for its mate.She hurried to the door, ripped it open and ran to the barn.MoreLess
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