home » Romance » Olivia Cunning » Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret #7) » Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret #7) Page 44

Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret #7) Page 44
Author: Olivia Cunning

How could Kennedy have done this? Did she really hate Madison’s relationship with Adam that much? Her sister was usually an intelligent person. A caring sister. This was undoubtedly the stupidest and cruelest thing she’d ever done. And Madison didn’t care how many times Kennedy apologized, she was not going to forgive her easily for this.

The screen door banged shut behind Madison as she marched down the creaky porch steps. She crossed the yard, the carpet of grass drought-brittle beneath her boots. She paused beneath the large oak tree where a long-abandoned tire swing still hung and leaned a hand on the rough bark for support. Her knees were shaking. Hell, her entire body was shaking.

Madison rubbed the center of her chest and sucked calming breaths into her lungs. She had no one to turn to. Not Adam—he wouldn’t want to hear her sob story after she’d left him. Not her best friend—that had been Kennedy. Most of her other friends were from work, so she’d hidden her relationship with Adam from them. How scandalized would they be that she’d had an affair with a client? Her parents? They always took Kennedy’s side. She doubted they’d celebrate her role in getting Madison fired, but she knew they’d be upset that she’d been hiding Adam from them as well. And grandma was gone.

She was going to have to sort out this mess on her own.

“Madison!” Kennedy called across the yard. “We need to talk this out.”

“Fuck you,” Madison shouted and pushed off the tree. She could just make out the roofline of her parents’ house up the road. Her parents might be there, but that wasn’t why she started walking in that direction. Ginger was there. Sometimes a girl just needed to ride.

“What did you say?” Kennedy said incredulously.

“Fuck you!” she said louder, sending a one-finger salute over her shoulder in case her sister had lost her hearing. They both knew sign language.

She could hear Kennedy’s gasp of disbelief all the way across the yard. “Really? That’s how you talk to your own sister?”

“You’re not my sister. My sister isn’t such a raging bitch!”

Madison kept walking, the heat of the late afternoon bringing a sheen of sweat to her skin.

“I want to help you make things right.” Kennedy called after her. “I said I was sorry!”

“And I did not accept your apology!” Madison yelled back. She would probably forgive her sister eventually, but it would not happen today.

As soon as Madison came in sight of the pasture, her gorgeous sorrel mare released an exuberant whinny and raced for the split rail fence as fast as her hooves could carry her.

People often confused the Fairbanks twins, but their respective horses never did. Kennedy’s silver gelding, Bullet, lifted his head to see what all the fuss was about, but immediately turned his attention back to dining on blades of grass. Ginger was already dancing sideways along the fence, nodding her big head in greeting.

Smiling, Madison cut across the ditch beside the gravel road and stretched both arms over the fence to rub Ginger’s neck. The massive animal nuzzled Madison’s shoulder, the horse’s hot breath stirring her hair, and she giggled as it tickled her neck.

“Do you want to go for a ride, girl?”

Madison jerked in surprise when Ginger nickered loudly in her ear. She laughed and hugged the horse’s broad neck.

“Me too,” she said.

She never felt freer than when she was astride a galloping horse with the ground racing beneath her in a blur and the wind catching her hair. Was that why Adam liked to ride motorcycles?

She pulled several twigs from Ginger’s mane as she mused about Adam.

Maybe they really weren’t such different people. Maybe they sought the same comforts but in different ways. She’d love to introduce Adam to her horse. She didn’t know if he’d ever ridden one. Being from a small town outside of Austin, he probably had, but he’d never mentioned it. When she talked about her happy past of barrel racing in rodeos and raising horses on the family farm, he’d always looked so sad. She’d felt he resented her for having a close-knit and loving family, so she tried not to mention them much. She knew his lack of a caring family had damaged him. And, God, if it hurt this much to be betrayed by her sister once, it must have been a living hell for him to be betrayed by both his parents again and again.

Families were supposed to love and support each other. Parents were supposed to protect their children. Sisters weren’t supposed to rat each other out.

In retrospect, maybe not talking about her family had done more harm than good. He needed to know all of her just as she needed to know all him. She had been shutting him out—only showing him the pieces of herself that she thought fit him best. Why had it taken a broken heart for her to see that?

She and Ginger walked the length of the fence, which served as a barrier between horse and rider until they reached the barn. Ginger was waiting in the paddock by the time Madison entered the barn from the opposite side. The half of the massive structure that faced the pasture was open so that the horses could find shelter from storms or the brutal Texas sun. Ginger took a long draw from the water trough while Madison collected her tack.

Without protest, the horse accepted the bit into her mouth. Madison then pulled the leather over Ginger’s velvety ears and carefully arranged her long reddish forelock so the leather didn’t pull her mane. The horse worried the bar of metal with her tongue. Interesting. Madison wondered what it would taste like and feel like to have a human-sized bit in her mouth. She was sure Adam would be willing to show her if she asked him nicely.

No, he probably wouldn’t. Not after she had walked out on him. She wouldn’t be surprised if he never wanted to see her again. And she couldn’t blame him. She was the one too cautious or stupid or scared to accept what he offered. What she wanted.

Fuck.

She dashed a tear aside and reached for the saddle pad resting on the top bar of the orange metal gate. As she turned, she caught sight of her father coming through the barn door. Her first instinct was to run to him and have him make everything all right, the way he had when she’d been a child. But if she did that, he’d want to know why she was upset. And that would lead to lots of questions, and she just didn’t have it in her to answer them at the moment. She needed to clear her head. When she got back from her ride, she’d sit down with her parents and explain what had been going on in her life for the past year.

Abandoning the remainder of Ginger’s tack, she clicked her tongue at the horse and gently tugged the reins to draw the animal alongside the gate.

Search
Olivia Cunning's Novels
» Sinners at the Altar (Sinners on Tour #6)
» Take Me to Paradise (Sinners on Tour #6.1)
» Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret #7)
» Insider (Exodus End #1)
» Hot Ticket (Sinners on Tour #3)
» Share Me (One Night with Sole Regret 0.5)
» Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)
» Try Me (One Night with Sole Regret #1)
» Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)
» Tempt Me (One Night with Sole Regret #2)
» Take Me (One Night with Sole Regret #3)
» Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)
» Tie Me (One Night with Sole Regret #5)
» Tell Me (One Night with Sole Regret #6)
» Backstage Pass (Sinners on Tour #1)
» Rock Hard (Sinners on Tour #2)