I grabbed the phone in the barn office before it could roll to voice mail. “Barn.”
“Yes, may I speak to Gabrielle, please?” It was an unfamiliar woman’s voice.
“This is me. Can I help you?” I didn’t normally get calls at the stable.
“Gabrielle, this is Lindsay Peterson, from yoga at the GLC?” I went blank on the name.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I get it. This kind of crossover structure is actually much easier to wrap my brain around than the one I thought you might use.
“Yes, I can see that. It’s just, well, Gus’ father promised him a pony, and …” Her voice kind of trailed off, and I finished for her in my head: and you’re too soft to stand up to his father.
I like Gabrielle.
“Tell you what, why don’t you come by with Gus and maybe his father if you think that would work, and you can meet Xena. She owns the stable, and if you decide you really want to get a horse for your little boy, there is no one on earth who is better at finding the right horse for someone.” I spoke with perfect confidence. It was true.
This makes me wonder what could happen when Brian’s absolute stubbornness/desire to make things the way he thinks they should be clashes with Xena’s...well...with Xena. Oh, that would be interesting.
She set up a time to come by and I put it out of my mind. This kid didn’t need his own horse yet, but Xena would tell them that. No one could argue with Xena.
Even when she's not wearing leather or carrying sharp objects.
Justin’s POV
“This was all your idea, you have to go.” Brian was implacable and also full of shit. He didn’t want to go so he was making me suffer. He also looked fucking hot in his jeans.
I think maybe Justin’s being a tad dramatic, as he can be from time to time, but the observation about Brian in jeans is completely accurate. ;-)
“Fuck me and I’ll go with you.” He came and stood over me at the side of the bed. I lowered my arm to the mattress.
“You do look kind of sexy all sprawled out there.”
I wriggled a little bit on the bed, one leg stretched out and the other one just slightly bent and lying to the side. “I do?”
rambly feedback, part 2
I grabbed the phone in the barn office before it could roll to voice mail. “Barn.”
“Yes, may I speak to Gabrielle, please?” It was an unfamiliar woman’s voice.
“This is me. Can I help you?” I didn’t normally get calls at the stable.
“Gabrielle, this is Lindsay Peterson, from yoga at the GLC?” I went blank on the name.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I get it. This kind of crossover structure is actually much easier to wrap my brain around than the one I thought you might use.
“Yes, I can see that. It’s just, well, Gus’ father promised him a pony, and …” Her voice kind of trailed off, and I finished for her in my head: and you’re too soft to stand up to his father.
I like Gabrielle.
“Tell you what, why don’t you come by with Gus and maybe his father if you think that would work, and you can meet Xena. She owns the stable, and if you decide you really want to get a horse for your little boy, there is no one on earth who is better at finding the right horse for someone.” I spoke with perfect confidence. It was true.
This makes me wonder what could happen when Brian’s absolute stubbornness/desire to make things the way he thinks they should be clashes with Xena’s...well...with Xena. Oh, that would be interesting.
She set up a time to come by and I put it out of my mind. This kid didn’t need his own horse yet, but Xena would tell them that. No one could argue with Xena.
Even when she's not wearing leather or carrying sharp objects.
Justin’s POV
“This was all your idea, you have to go.” Brian was implacable and also full of shit. He didn’t want to go so he was making me suffer. He also looked fucking hot in his jeans.
I think maybe Justin’s being a tad dramatic, as he can be from time to time, but the observation about Brian in jeans is completely accurate. ;-)
“Fuck me and I’ll go with you.” He came and stood over me at the side of the bed. I lowered my arm to the mattress.
“You do look kind of sexy all sprawled out there.”
I wriggled a little bit on the bed, one leg stretched out and the other one just slightly bent and lying to the side. “I do?”
“Twat.”
I grinned and cupped my crotch. “Not really.”
*snerk*