Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(35)

“I fear the reality won’t match up to the hype.”


“You mean living in Wyoming? Or living around family?”


Both. Neither. “I don’t know what I mean. I appear to be rambling too.” He changed the subject. “The driving lessons with Sierra are going well?”


Charlie smiled. “I’ll admit it’s a lot different teaching a girl to drive. I don’t recall that I ever taught the boys much. They just seemed to know it. She’s eager to learn, that’s for damn sure.”


“She listens to you?”


“Mostly. The girl does ask a lot of questions. And she likes to talk.”


“Bet that’s a different experience.”


Charlie looked at him. “’Cause Quinn is quiet?”


“Ben is too, for the most part, unless it’s one on one.”


“Guess we all feel there’s no reason to waste air sayin’ something that don’t need to be said.”


The door slammed and half a dozen kids raced out.


Adam climbed onto Charlie’s lap. “Bet your daddy doesn’t know you’re out here.” Charlie looked at Gavin. “This boy wears his shoes out he’s constantly on the go, aren’t you, buddy?”


“Gampa, I hungry.”


“Grama’s probably got some cookies with your name on ’em, though I suspect your mama would rather have you eatin’ carrots.”


“Cookies!”


The door slammed again and Quinn clomped down the steps. “Adam, what’d I tell you about running off?”


The boy started to cry and wouldn’t let go of Charlie.


Gavin took that as his cue to leave. He was completely off balance anyway, in unfamiliar territory on so many levels. He needed something familiar to hold onto. And Rielle was the first thing that came to mind.


Where the devil was she? He hadn’t seen her for at least an hour. No one waylaid him when he checked her room. No sign of her. He scoped out the ladies sitting and chatting in the great room. She wasn’t here either.


Ainsley was in conversation with Libby so Rielle hadn’t snuck off with her partner in crime for a drink. She wasn’t helping Vi and Sierra in the kitchen, although it must’ve driven her crazy leaving it to chaos.


Chaos. As someone used to solitude, she’d want to go someplace quiet.


He snuck up the back stairs and opened the door to his bedroom. Everything in him settled, seeing her silhouette against the French door.


Chapter Thirteen


“Rielle?”


She whirled around guiltily. She hadn’t heard Gavin enter. Right. She couldn’t hear anything over the pounding in her head. “Oh. Ah. Hey. Bet you’re wondering what I’m doing in your bedroom.”


Gavin shut the door and silently leaned against it.


“I’m sorry. There were just too many people. Too many kids. My God, what is it with the McKays? Are the women who married into the family having a contest to see who can pop out the most babies? And didn’t it seem like all the babies were screaming at one time? Guess what, they were. I timed it. There was a two minute window when no kids were yelling. Two minutes. That’s all. In the last two hours. So naturally a pause in the collective noise pollution was a signal for the adults to get louder. Laughing and chatting like they hadn’t seen each other in years, when I’m pretty sure they have some kind of crazy McKay gossip fest every couple of weeks.


“Then there were all these toddlers and school age kids running around. Climbing on the furniture like monkeys. Did the parents make the older kids go outside? No. They let those adorable, monstrous children race up and down my hallways. Up and down my stairs. Around and around my dining room table like it was a race track. All the while these kids were dropping potato chips and fruit and spilling ranch dressing on the rugs. I tried to stay out of the way and embrace the kids will be kids philosophy, but I wanted to run screaming out of my own damn house. But I couldn’t. So I came to the one place that’s always been my refuge.


“But when I got up here, I realized, this place no longer is mine. This is your private space and I’m sorry I violated it. But where am I supposed to go? So I stayed because I just needed a minute to breathe.”


Rielle placed her hands on her cheeks. Her skin was on fire. Or maybe she was having a hot flash. Better that than a panic attack. She vaguely remembered her parent’s advice about breathing techniques and visualization exercises to calm down.


Why the f*ck couldn’t she remember how to calm the f*ck down?


Her heart galloped and her pulse throbbed…maybe she was having a heart attack.


She grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the dresser and swallowed two huge mouthfuls before she set it back down.


That didn’t help. It just increased her feeling of burning up from the inside out.


Hot. Too hot. On fire. Can’t breathe. Skin is suffocating. Must get out of my clothes so I can get air to my skin…


Rielle unbuttoned the top two buttons on the sheer white blouse and pulled it over her head, leaving her in a floral patterned camisole and a gauzy skirt that hit below her knee.