Katie
I wake up at 7:30 the next morning and start getting ready.

I put on a pair of barn jeans, (Jeans that I didn't mind getting dirty.) and a T-shirt, well it was a T-shirt till I cut it into a tank top.

It wasn't going to warm up till around noon today so I throw on a fuzzy flannel over my shirt.

I look in the mirror and my hair is a mess. Not wanting to deal with it, I put on a ball cap with 'nope' across the front and pull my hair into a low messy bun.

When I walk into the kitchen I'm greeted with the smell of eggs and bacon. "Mmm, it smells good in here, Dad," I say as I sit down at the table.

Dad brings me a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon on it.

"Is Derek up yet?" My dad asks. I shake my head because my mouth is full.

"Derek get up! You have physical therapy!" My dad yells.

I smirk. "Oh, I see why you made breakfast."

My dad points his fork at me and glares. "YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!"

"Yes sir." I mock salute.

Derek hates going to physical therapy so my Dad does things to help cheer him up.

I'm finishing eating when I hear Derek yell, "Dad, I need help!"

My dad sighs. "Okay, give me a minute, Der!" 

Dad looks at me. "Have fun today sweetie. Remember take it easy on Wyatt."

He puts his plate in the dishwasher. "I'll see you later, I have to go help Der."

I grab his arm. "Wait, Dad, I thought Tyler was staying the night."

My dad shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know, he might have changed his mind and gone to Izzy's."

When I told my dad about teaching Wyatt he thought I was crazy. We had a very heated argument, but I finally convinced him it was the only way I could ride in the endurance ride.

I hop in my truck with my dog Logan beside me. He loves coming to the barn with me.

Pulling up in Wyatt's driveway I only see his car, I glance at the clock on my phone it's 8:02.

"That's not bad Im only two minutes late."

I get out of my truck and slam the door.
"I'll be right back, Logan," I say, petting his head through the open window.

I ring Wyatt's doorbell twice so he hears it.
I see my reflection on their door.

There's a piece of bacon stuck on my cheek. I wipe it off muttering a curse word.

That's great Katie, that piece of bacon really brought the whole homeless look together.

What is taking him so long? I ring the doorbell again and pound on the door.

Would it be funny if I yelled "State police open up"?

What? I've always wanted to.

Finally, I hear him unlock the door.

When he opens the door I'm a little shocked because he's only wearing shorts, no shirt.

Hot damn. And I thought Miles Teller was hot in Top Gun Maverick. Wyatt tops him.

What the hell, Katie? Get it together!

I'm pretty sure my whole face is beet red, so I do the only thing I know to do. "I hope you're not planning on riding a horse in that." Yep, made a joke.

Yeah, Katie, I don't think you're being awkward enough.

I need to stop being so cringey, I've seen plenty of guys without shirts on. What's so different about Wyatt?

Before I can come to a conclusion Wyatt interrupts me. "Kate, you're early."

I look at him with raised eyebrows. "Um no, I'm actually five minutes late.

Wyatt whispers, "Crap." 

He runs his hand through his hair. "Here come in. I'm sorry my alarm didn't go off." I walk inside.

He must have just gotten out of bed.

"Make yourself at home."

I motion for him to go upstairs. "Go, go im fine."

He runs upstairs.

I look around his house it's pretty plain. There weren't any pictures of his family and all the walls are white.

Maybe most houses are like this, maybe my house is the only one where every room has a different wall color and there are pictures of my family everywhere.

My Dad had a hard time saying no to a six-year-old girl who wanted to paint the basement walls lavender purple.

Hey, at least I didn't want neon green.

I sit down on their sofa and hear the shower turn on.

About fifteen minutes later Wyatt comes running down the stairs wearing a cutoff shirt and cargo shorts.

I must have been staring because Wyatt looks at me concerned. "Kate, you good?"

I slightly shake my head. "Yeah, but you probably shouldn't wear shorts.

His face falls. "Oh."

I smile. "Do you have a pair of loose jeans?"

He looks at me disappointed. "Kate, I don't wear skinny jeans."

I feel my face turn pink.

"I didn't say you did. I was just saying don't wear tight jeans." I stutter out.

He goes back upstairs.

I have to get ahold of myself. Since when did I stare at guys' arms in a cutoff shirt?

I shake my head, I'm just nervous that's it.

I definitely would stare at Miles Teller in a cutoff.

Wyatt comes back downstairs. "This better?"
He's wearing a pair of Wrangler jeans.

I smile. "Much better. Riding in shorts is not the most comfortable thing.

He smiles, which I feel all the way to my toes.
"You ready to go?"

I stand up. "Yep."

Once we climb into my truck Logan starts licking Wyatt in the face.

"Hello to you Logan," Wyatt says in between licks.

"How do you like the boots, Just Wyatt?" I ask.

Wyatt looks at the floorboard of my truck.
"They're really comfortable."

"I told you!" I exclaim with a huge smile on my face.

I brought him a pair of Derek's old cowboy boots. Oddly enough, they wear the same size of shoes.

We're passing a Hardee's when Wyatt asks,
"Wait, we're not getting breakfast?"

"No, because someone overslept and now we don't have time," I reply like I'm talking to a child.

He just rolls his eyes. "Well, we're going to have to get something to eat because I didn't get breakfast."

He must have come straight from the bed to answer the door. That explained why his hair was such a mess and why his voice was so deep this morning.

Katie, stop!

I put a hand on my forehead. "Oh, I forgot you're a growing boy that requires at least three meals a day."

He gives me a tired look.

"Really no laugh? I thought that was pretty funny." I tease.

Nothing. He must not be a morning person.

"I have some meal bars in my glovebox."

Now I have two compartments in my truck. One was small and you had to press on it for it to open. You couldn't even tell it was there.

Then I had the actual glovebox that you had to twist a knob to open. Which one do you think he opened?

Yep, the smaller one.

When he opens it all my stuff tumbles out onto his lap. A razor, hair ties, a hair claw clip (that I thought I lost), a mini deodorant, lipgloss (that was not mine), and tampons, just sitting there, in his lap.

Yes tampons, it had to have been a whole box.

His face is so pale that he looks like a ghost.
"Wyatt! I said the glovebox!"

He's doing everything he can not to look at me.
"I thought it was!" He exclaims.

"No!" I say in between laughs. When I stop at the next stoplight I reach over and shove all my stuff back into the compartment.

I open the glovebox and dig through it.

I didn't think his face could pale anymore, but I guess I'm wrong. He looks like he might pass out.

I'm starting to get really concerned for his health

In my glovebox, there is, a pair of socks, Tylenol, a hair brush, gum, a sports bra (that I forgot about), and you guessed it, more tampons.

"Huh, I thought they were in there," I say as I slam the glovebox shut.

"Wyatt, look behind the seat they might be back there."

He takes one look behind my bench seat and turns back around. "You know what, I'm not that hungry."

I start laughing again. "Wyatt, have you never been in a girl's car before?"

He still won't look at me.

"No, not really."

I stop at the next light and turn around to look behind the seat.

I started digging around, I had more socks another bra (now I know where they all went),
a pair of underwear, a bikini (from over the summer), and some other crap.

Wow, I need to clean out my truck.

"Ah ha! Here they are!" I yell as I pull out a box of meal bars with a hat and a coat.

Wyatt takes two.

"Are you ever going to look at me again?" I ask with my mouth full.

He laughs. "That didn't completely mortify you?"

I shake my head and swallow a bite of the meal bar. "No."

He raises his eyebrows.

"I don't know, growing up being the only girl in the house that stuff stopped bothering me."

I can't even keep count of the number of times Tyler or Derek had to go to the store and buy me 'things'.

They used to be weirded out by it, but me and Izzy finally sat them down one day and had a long talk. Now they could care less.

Wyatt shakes his head. "Katie Grace, you are like no other girl I've ever met."

Hopefully, this chapter made you laugh and cringe!!