Waiting To See You Pt 2

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Part 2 of 2- Nick finally meets the Rancher's daughter. This meeting will lead Nick on to a path that he has never been on. Perhaps our past may never leave us, but our future is the one we wanna welcome, as Nick will soon find out.

Submitted: September 25, 2016

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My jaw dropped.


I couldn't believe that there was absolute perfection in the world. But it was true. Right infront of me at The Jacobs Ranch. Jaime was just drop dead gorgeous. I could bore you with the descriptions of how her beauty got to me, but lets just say that it hit me pretty hard. It took a while for my jaw to come back into place.


Sam grinned at my expression. "Honey, this is my good friend Nick. Nick, this is our daughter Jaime." Sam said.


We extended our hands and when they locked, I felt goosebumps all over my body. As a writer, I usually can dictate how these situations can go in my books. But this wasn't a book, it was real life. I honestly felt as if I was seeing a woman for the first time. The nervous excitement, completely speechless. I wondered if I was 12 years old.


"Pleasure to meet you," Jaime said.


"Likewise," I said. "Your folks have told me a lot about you."


Jaime laughed. I liked the sound a lot. Very melodic.


"I'm hungry, let's eat." Jaime said.


Jaime dished up a plate and sat next to me. She didn't pay attention to me, but I couldn't help but pay attention to her.


"How was work?" Maria asked. 


"It was another day. Chessman wanted me to go to Miles City for the weekend. I told that pig to go to hell. It was going great until that lousy bitch Melinda Harker came in to work. She immediately started to complain about everyone and everything. Said that someone tried to break into her pickup. You know what she drives? That crappy Toyota. Seriously. A Toyota in Montana. I told her no one would go near it with a ten foot pole. Then I got called into the office to talk to Heather." Jaime said.


"What the hell for?" Sam asked.


"Apparently the ten foot pole remark is sexual harrasment. Melinda said that it meant she couldn't attract men. Of course she can't, but you can't tell certain people these things." Jaime said.


"Well you ask me, Heather needs to fire her. That Melinda Harker is bad news. Isn't that right, Sam?" Maria said.


Sam nodded his head. "Her father Bob is a complete idiot. He tried to use actual granola oats as traction for getting his pickup out of a ditch. Granola. Damned fool. It just goes to show, The Harkers are just fools." Sam said.


I shrugged. I had no idea what Sam was talking about, but I figured the least I could do was nod and smile.


"Do you have any plans tomorrow, Jaime?" Sam asked.


"No, day off. What's going on?" Jamie asked.


"Well perhaps you would like to come with me to Nick's house tomorrow? We're just gonna drink beer and tear some shit out of his house. You game?" Sam asked.


I spit out my drink. Everybody looked at me. I had to think for a moment what to say. It had been a long time since I was invited to someone's house for dinner. Usually I was invited to parties and gatherings as a business matter. Social callings were really rare. I didn't want to screw this up.

"Mrs. Jacobs, this is delicious," I said. "I just haven't had something this spicy in a long time."

"I put some Habanero peppers in there," Maria said.

"You can definetely taste them," I said. 

"Sure as hell can," Sam said. 

We spent the rest of the meal swapping stories. Sam telling us about his younger days as a wild and restless young man. Maria telling of New Mexico winters and summers so hot you could melt and literally become a new person. Jaime would talk about her recent activities and I was captivated. She was just mesmerizing. I was drawn to her. If I could help it, I didn't want to leave right away. 

After dinner we went out to the front porch. The sun was still out and for another hour before sunset started to begin. Sam and Maria were sitting in Wicker Chairs next to eachother. Jaime and I took a spot on the steps. Jaime was two steps ahead of me. There was nothing wrong with that what so ever. We sat in silence and enjoyed the sounds of the breeze flowing through the pines. If you looked over, you could see the horses and the cattle settling in for the night. I turned around and saw Sam playing with a radio. He turned it on and out came Nat King Cole. Nat was telling us about Mona Lisa. Perfect.

Sam leaned over towards the steps. "Nick, what you think of Gallatin?" Sam asked.

"To be honest," I said. "I love it. I have never been this happy in my life. I have found my home and good friends."

"Well I'll be damned," Sam said. "Maria, the boy loves it here."

"Of course he does," Maria said. "Where did you come from?" Maria asked.

"Ridgeview, Washington" I said.

"Isn't that near Portland Oregon?" Jaime asked.

I turned my head a little too quickly. Jaime smiled at me. "Right on the Washington Oregon border," I said.

"We been to Portland a few times," Maria said. "Never liked it."

"Me neither," I said.

"I read one of your books," Jaime said.

"Oh," I said. "What did you think?"

"It was pretty good. Kinda romantic. Makes me wanna go to Australia someday," Jaime said.

"Is that the one about the Hunter and the Sufer gal?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it was my first book." I said.

"I liked it. Jaime go get the copies so our friend can sign them." Sam said. 

Jaime got up and walked back into the house. Sam got up from the chair and sat down where Jaime was. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"Son, I like you. You seems like your smart so I don't have to do the father talk to you. I wanna say this. I think you and Jaime would be a good couple. She doesn't like when I set her up with random people. So I figure tomorrow she could come help us with work. She has the ability to out work 30 men. What you think?" Sam said.

"Oh for sure," I said. "I was gonna ask you about fixing some shelves in the kitchen."

"Hell, that's perfect." Sam said.

Sam looked up and saw Jaime brought three copies of my book. She brought a blue ballpoint pen out. I grabbed it and started to sign. Jaime put her hand on my shoulder before I could sign it.

"Your left handed," Jaime said.

"That's right," I said. "Is that a problem?"

"Oh no, not at all," Jaime said. "We all are left handed. It's just unique is all."

"Yeah, it is unique." I said.

I went a head and made a dedication to each of them. It was one that just said. "To___________, Thank you for letting me join the outfit. I'll always ride for the brand. Nick Brennan." 

As I handed the books to each one, I noticed Sam was chuckling at my dedication. 

"Son, I guess you are kind of one of the outfit." Sam said. 

After a few more minutes, we decided to say goodnight and I started to walk back to my truck. I heard footsteps. It was Jaime.

"Hey, it was great meeting you. My dad gets a kick out of being with you. I'm glad your not trying to be a big shot with him." Jaime said.

"It was nice to meet you too," I said. "You Dad is teaching me about remodeling homes. I just wanna learn. I have no intrest in being anything other than a learning student."

Jaime walked over and kissed me. The way she pressed herself against me made me wanna fall over. I caught my balance and wrapped my arms around her. We stayed together for a couple of minutes. She pulled away from me and smiled.

"See you tomorrow, Brennan" Jaime said. "It's gonna be fun. I'll show you a thing or two. Stuff my old man wishes he knew."

"Like I said, I'm ready willing and able," I said.

"I could tell," Jaime said.

I could tell as well. She was well worth the wait.

 


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