He sprawled on his back, one hand flung above his head, his knuckles resting on the headboard. He'd gotten a room at The Corral instead of bringing his RV, and he'd invited her to stay. While Lavender had trepidations about spending the night and being the talk of the town, she was determined to take the bull by the horns and grab what happiness she could while she could.His confession out by the quarry earlier had touched her heart. Like her, he'd been fifteen and handed a tremendous responsibility. How could she have judged him for not being responsible when he'd supported his family for five years? No wonder he was drawn to the rambling life, where he could make his own choices, make his own way, not depend on anyone else. Not have anyone else depend on him.He was living her dream. But what did that mean to her?He snuffled in his sleep and turned toward her, looping his arm over her waist, opening one eye sleepily when his arm encountered fabric."Why you wearin’ my shirt?” he asked groggily."I got up to go to the bathroom.”
What do You think about Taking The Bull By The Horns?
