Fever Dream (Emerald Lake, #1)(80)

“You’re a true artist, Jada. And as tempting as the offer is, I’m just here to check in on everything in the house. Wanted to make sure the set and interior is holding up okay. Anything that needs fixing?”

They all exchange looks and shake their heads. But it’s Akira who makes me preen. “Everything is perfect, Julia. This has been a beautiful place to live. Thank you for all your hard work.”

The other women nod their agreement and I tear up at the approval, potently missing my dad. Wishing he were here so I could tell him what a good job I’m doing. He’d be proud.

With watery eyes, I thank them and take my leave, checking over the rest of the yard while blinking more than is strictly necessary.

Once that’s done, I end up sitting on the love seat swing, rocking gently to soothe myself. I can’t help but remember the day Emmett and I built it together, working quietly side by side.

If I’d known then how I would feel on set, I might not have enjoyed the moment as much as I did. Watching on set has truly become my special way of torturing myself, because I know it needs to be done. Hell, I want Emmett to see this through. I want that final payday for him and his family.

But I also want him. All to myself.

The sudden urge to find him hits me hard. And without thinking, I get up, letting my heart lead my feet down the gravel driveway toward the main barn.

When I round the corner, a truck I don’t recognize is parked along the fence line, hidden from view of the stables and main farmhouse. There are plenty of proper parking stalls, so the sight gives me pause.

Deciding it must be a crew member avoiding taking up a spot, I give in to the real source of my hesitation.

Telling Emmett about the rodeo angle.

I’ve decided to soften the ask by getting his opinion. There are a couple of upcoming rodeos to choose from, and I want his advice before I pick one. I also want to take his temperature about doing this at all.

With a centering breath, I round the corner of the barn, heading toward the front door, when I see Riley already on a horse in the outdoor sand.

I toss her a friendly wave and head toward the ring to say hello. “Up and at ’em, huh?”

She pulls an earbud out and trots to the fence line with a soft “whoa” as she brings the horse to a gentle halt. “Too fucking hot to work the horses unless I start at first light. We leave tonight for several weeks of competition and training in Alberta, so I’m getting their sillies out before a long trailer ride.”

“Exciting stuff. How long will you be gone for?”

She shrugs. “The rest of the summer.”

“Well, in that case, good luck. I’m rooting for you.”

She smiles kindly. Freckles dot her nose and cheeks, where there’s a pink tinge from long days spent in the sun. “Thanks, Jules. You going on another date with Dominic?”

I prop my forearms against the fence, appearing as though I’m considering, but I’m not. Riley is a straight shooter, though, so I give her the truth. “No.”

She grins bigger at me now, white teeth flashing as her green eyes do the same. “Fair. Emmett will appreciate that, considering how he follows you around sporting big heart eyes and all.”

My cheeks flare. It would appear the news of him crashing my date has made it to the rest of his family. All I can do is chuckle and press my lips together. Because what am I supposed to say to his sister?

He’s done a lot more than that?

I think I might have heart eyes too?

We’re really complicated and really horny?

“I don’t know about that.” I laugh awkwardly and push off the top board of the fence to turn away.

“Julia?” The earnest tone in Riley’s voice brings me up short.

I tilt my head to look back up at her, caramel-colored braid spilling from under her black helmet. “Mm-hmm?”

“Just… be careful with him, yeah? Underneath all that snark, he’s a lot more softhearted than he seems.”

I blink once, processing her words. She’s right. Because the Emmett I know is not the Emmett I’d been warned about.

I nod and say, “I promise.”

Then I turn and walk into the barn, knowing that I don’t make promises I can’t keep.





CHAPTER 30


Julia


A LOUD VOICE STOPS me in my tracks as I wander down the barn alleyway.

“What is wrong with you?” The question booms from the office, setting my heart to racing as I carefully step closer to the wall.

“Nothing,” Emmett’s voice responds. It’s even but… dead. Not heated, just completely flat and detached. “I’m doing what needs to be done.”

“What needs to be done?” I flinch at the harshness in the other man’s voice, flattening my back against the wall and edging quietly toward the open door.

Peeking around the corner, I see the back of a man I don’t recognize. Gray hair pokes out from under a ball cap, the tank top he’s sporting revealing a boxy build.

Emmett sits against the edge of the desk in the corner where I know Parker often spends many hours working. Filing cabinets and mismatched shelves line the wall. The linoleum is scuffed to hell.

Which is what I’m looking at when the man steps closer and kicks Emmett’s booted foot. Hard.