Weston Ranch, Fisher's Story (4 page)

"Chicken shit,
"
Claire said in a
strained voice,
a
vert
ing her eyes but
doing a
lousy
job of it.
She obviously
didn't
know how much
danger she was
in
at the moment.

"You might sleep around on th
e people you date, but not me,” he said.
I
t
was a low blow
,
and he wished he could
take
it back
,
because the look on her face in that
moment
was
sheer
disbelief
, mixed with simmering anger
.

"
You
are right,
b
ut
at least I never slept wit
h any of my sister's boyfriends," she snapped
out
,
as she
hurried out the door.

Fisher glanced around the high school gym. "You brought me to what?" He wanted t
o clarify with his date, Tricia Glassman.

She was the
local
librarian at the school,
dull
and
somewhat
pretty.
No back talk, no fighting, no mess.
J
ust what h
e needed in his life, too
bad
the night
sucked already.
He was desperate after Claire left and called the first woman the popped up in his contacts of his cell phone.
He looked around at all
the women, old and young alike.
This was a
bad
idea.

"Zumba,
it's
an
exercise
dance class.
I told
you
about a couple days ago
,
"
s
he pouted and stuck her
lip
out.

Shit, like he even gave
her
a
second thought
since Claire arrived in town.

"Are
you
serious? There is no
way
in
hell
I am doing any dancing
or whatever
you
call
it,
Tricia."
What the hell did I see in this
chick?
H
e thought to himself
.
He already regretted going out tonight
. Usually
,
he would take a
woman
out to a five star restaurant, do some dancing and go back to his place.
That was in New York.
Since being home and taking over the ranch, he
didn’t
have time for women. Between the ranch and his software
business
, he
was overwork
ing himself
.

"Suit yourself,
but I am going to enjoy myself,
"
Tricia said.
She walke
d away and joined the other wome
n
.
There had to be over thirty people crowded in the
small
gym. Other than himself
, there were
two other men, also standing to the side.
What a
fantastic fucking night.
Ne
ver again will he
allow
a woman to
dictate
where they get to
go
. A woman with blonde hair caught his eye. Her back was to him. No, it
couldn't
be.

She was busy talking to group of teens, before she made her way up to the makeshift stage.
When she faced the crowd, he had to pick he jaw off the floor.
Claire was taking her hands and making a quieting motion.
When she got everyone's attention, she was talking instructions and counting people.

What the Fuck?
She just moved back
into town two days ago. T
here was no way she moved in the
community
that
fast
. She started stripping down.
She took off an oversized sweater and her baggy
sweat
pants.
She wore a black sports bra and
short
,
skimpy shorts
underneath
.
He thought about leaving Tricia to find her own way home.

He could hear what Claire
was saying
to
the
crowd
, but his mind
didn’t
comprehend anything at the moment.
She
started the music
,
and damn did he not go from soft to hard in three seconds flat.
The
way
she
was
moving her
tight
, toned body was ridiculous. Women
didn't
do that shit here, but as he looked around, sure enough even sixty year women were trying to
get
down and dirty.

Fisher
lasted
twenty minutes before he stalked out the back doors
of the gym.
He
couldn’t
take
any more of Claire thrusting her ass
around
and watching her breasts
bounce
with the fast paced
moves.
Tricia could
find
her own way
home
.
She
completely
ignored him anyway.
He lost sight of her five minutes in
to the class
.
He was heading to the bar. He needed a drink after
watch
Claire
do
moves he
didn't
he know existed. He took out his
cell
and called his brother.

"Hello?"
Fisher said question
ing
ly when his
call
was answered
,
but no sound came from the other end.

"Ash
, what are doing tonight?" He
spoke again when
hea
rd
a
ru
stling
noise in the background.

"What do
you
need
?”
Asher finally spoke.

"I was going for a drink
,
" h
e heard someone whispering in the
backgr
ound
and Asher answering. He was
having
rotten
luck all the
way
around ton
ight,
and
his brother was apparently getting lucky.

"Never mind
bro
.
I'll catch
you
later,
" Fisher hung up and got into his truck
and sat there.
He
certain
ly
didn't
feel like going to a bar
now
, or
going home.
A tap at the window startled him.
He found a
very
sw
eaty
Claire waving at
him outside his driver window.

"What you doing
here?"
She asked as he
rolled
the window down.

"I
was dragged
here
by my date,
and I am not d
irty dancing, which was what you were doing,
"
h
e stated.
There was no way in hell that he was going to go back inside the gym.
Not with Claire being here.

"Zumba?
That is not dirty dancing. It is a
very
fun exercise routine that works,
"
s
he cocked her head to the side looking up at him.

"I
don’t
care
what Zumba
is,
b
ut
I do know that
you
are crazy,
"
h
e laughed
lightly
.

"Zumba has been around for
a while
.
Maddie
actually teaches it. S
he couldn't
make it on time
, so I stepped in
.
I
taught
classes
in Ohio,
"
s
he said.

Fi
sher didn't know what was worse.
H
er standing in front of him almost naked and obviously cold
, or her alone outside with him having a hard-o
n in his truck.

"Nice story, I have
to
go
,
"
h
e
said
abruptly
.

"What about your date?
Isn't
it
wrong
just to
leave
her?"
She
asked
,
looking
back towards the school.

Fisher started the diesel and listened to the hum of the engine, trying to
form
a response. He looked down at her
. S
he was hugging herself from the chilly air
.
It coo
led down considerably from earlier
.

"Get in before you freeze,
"
h
e clipped out
.
She went around the truck to get into the other side.
 
She needed to use the step bar to get in.
He wished that she
thought to
p
ut her sweats
and
hoodie
back on before following him out
, but too late now.
Fisher
'
s hands clench the steering
wheel
,
trying to get a hold of himself.

The inside of his cab
was heated
, but with her beside him, it was almost unbearable. His hand twitched, he wanted so
bad
to adjust his dick in his pants, but
didn’t
want to do it in front of her. He reach
ed behind the seat and threw a heavy
blanket on her. Thank God she
didn’t
ask questions, but tucked it around herself.

“Thanks,” s
he murmured quietly.

“What do you want Claire?”
He asked
,
twisting to look at her.

“Fisher, I’m going to be around for a
while
,
and I
don’t
wa
nt it to be strained between us,
”
s
he looked almost innocent wrapped up in the blanket.

“It’s not,
”
h
e said
,
lying through his teeth.

“
We
can’t
go five minutes without
sniping
at each other. We
need to talk and clear the air,
”
s
he pointed out.

“Good point. S
o go back inside and get dressed, we will talk tomorrow.”

“I
didn’t
drive.
Maddie
dropped me off on
her
way to run errands. I
am suppose
d
to ride home with her tonight,
”

Great, was he supposed to offer he
r a ride home, or was he
t
o wait for his date to get done?
In his mind, he
was screwed
either way.
He pulled out his
cell and
texted
Tricia about finding another
ride home.
He already blew the d
ate, so it
didn’t
matter now. Then he
texted
Maddie
to let her know that he would t
ake Claire home. Hopefully it
wouldn’t
s
eem odd to her.