Destined to Change by Harley, M. (top android ebook reader TXT) 📕

glasses of wine with dinner, and I wasn’t sure what these drinks were that Jaxon got us, but wow! They were yummy.  I was on my third yummy drink, when Jaxon stood up, leaned down and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Wanna dance?”

I shook my head, furrowing my eyebrows. I really didn’t want to get out there with all those...those...kids. Of course they probably weren’t really that much younger than me, but they were really making me feel ancient. And I was a little buzzed. I couldn’t dance when I was sober, let alone when I’d been drinking.

“Sorry, but I won’t take no for an answer.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor. It was a good thing he had a good grip on me, because my knees were wobbly.

We were packed in like sardines. The song that was playing was so sexy. The beat was slow, but the rhythm was intoxicating. I had never heard it before, but all of the people dancing were just rubbing against each other.

Jaxon put his hands on my hips and spun me until my back was against his chest. He started to move and I decided to just let the music take over. I enjoyed pressing up against him. I reached up and put my arms around his neck. This felt so good. I found myself hoping that the song would never end. But eventually it did. When it ended we didn’t stop dancing, but Jaxon did turn me around so that I was facing him. His eyes, wow, he had the most amazing eyes. I could look into them all day. They were brown with the most beautiful flecks of gold through them. The gold made them sparkle. I could see in his eyes that he was a little buzzed too.

When he pressed me against him, I could feel him against my thigh. He was excited - and to be honest, I was too. I was silently begging him to kiss me. He leaned down and was so close to my lips that I could feel his breath, and then he stopped. He kinda shook his head, placed his hand in mine, and led me back to our table.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. We made small talk. He even talked about the weather....the weather. I didn’t understand what had happened. I knew he was excited so I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t kiss me. Twice…he had two openings to kiss me and he didn’t do it either time.

When he took me home, he walked me to the door and didn’t say anything but “goodnight” and “I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Talk about mixed signals - even with my very limited experience with men I could see them.

I didn’t hear a word from Jaxon all day Saturday.  It’s not like I sat at home waiting for him to call, but I did stay home all day, just in case. He was at church on Sunday, and he came to my parents’ house for lunch. He didn’t have much to say to me. We mostly just made small talk. He even mentioned the weather again. I started to think that maybe I had imagined it. Maybe there weren’t any sparks there.

The kids fell asleep after lunch, so I decided I would take a ride out through the property and check on the most recent shipment of cattle. It was a strong rule in our family that we didn’t work on Sunday’s, but to me this didn’t count as work.

I went home and changed clothes, and then I jumped on one of the four-wheelers and headed out. I was riding along, looking out over our vast property and feeling lucky that it was all ours. Knowing one day Sammy and Mags would inherit it. I couldn’t help but be proud of the accomplishments I had made since taking over the management of the farm. I had handled the acquisition of most of the acreage and cattle.  I couldn’t even imagine all of the amazing things Sammy and Mags would be able to do when they took it over. I also couldn’t help but be happy that the property was vast and they could live on opposite sides.

As I was enjoying my daydream about the future, I hit a huge rock, veered off and hit a tree.  Just my luck. I wasn’t hurt, but the front of the four-wheeler was caved in a little and there was smoke coming out of it, which I could only assume was not a good sign.

While I was saying a few choice words to the tree and the four-wheeler I heard someone say, “Need some help?”

Jaxon, of course, my pierced, tattooed, knight in shining armor. He had on an old pair of jeans that were worn at the knees and a wife-beater, his tattoos were prominently displayed.  It was a pretty warm day and he had been working, which we weren’t supposed to be doing on Sunday, so he was sweating just enough to sparkle. Oh my god the man was actually sparkling!

Realizing I sounded like a damsel in distress, I said, “It seems as though I do.”

He walked around to the front of the four-wheeler. He tinkered with something under the hood and told me he would bring a trailer down to pick it up later. Then he climbed onto his four-wheeler and motioned to me. “Hop on.”

I climbed on behind him and I had to hold on, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tight. I told myself that, in order to be safe, I had to hold on tight; it made perfect sense.

We rode all around the property. Stopping a few times to fix some fence and help a few cattle get back with the rest of the herd. Before I knew it, it was getting dark and then I felt it – one lone raindrop. We raced back to the barn, but we were too