The Marriage Auction: Book One(20)

Following her command, I spun around. A loud, piercing whistle stole through the open room. I glanced over my shoulder and grinned.

At least we had an ass man in the crowd. I knew for a fact my ass was stellar. I’d been told that enough by the opposite sex when I gave myself the rare night off to go carousing for a male to warm my sheets.

“As I suspected,” Madam Alana tittered. “Please cast your vote for Ms. McAllister once more,” she instructed.

I closed my eyes and waited a breath, then looked back at the screen. I smiled wide at the new numbers.

YES – 10

NO – 15

MAYBE – 25

“Let’s not delay. As with every auction, may I have the first bidder for three million for three years of marriage to our feisty cowgirl, Dakota,” Madam Alana called out.

Several lit paddles that contained big numbers on them appeared like spotlights out in the crowd. I couldn’t see much of what they were attached to, but my gaze zeroed in on the shape of a cowboy hat .

I smiled when I saw that. If a rich man wore a cowboy hat, that meant he likely owned land of some kind. Maybe he’d allow me to help work my own ranch in between whatever highfalutin’ crapola one of these guys expected the new little wifey to do.

“How about three and a half million?” Madam Alana upped the amount by a cool half mil.

Now that’s what I was talking about. Wanting to get them bidding, I spun in another circle, lifted my arm in the air, and pretended to ride a horse while roping a steer.

The paddles flew into the air.

“I’ve got three and a half million. How about four?”

Cowboy Hat lifted his paddle. Number five, which was also my personal lucky number.

“I’ve got four million. Do I have any other bidders for four million?” she asked the crowd, but sadly no other paddles lit up.

Hell, I didn’t care. Four million was an entire million more than I’d hoped for.

“Sold to bidder number five!”

The crowd clapped wildly, and being the dork I was, I kicked up and knocked my booted heels together in the air like Jiminy Cricket. I was gifted that same whistle as before which I knew in my heart came from my shadowy cowboy.

I bowed at the waist and gathered up my dress.

“You may leave the stage, Dakota. Congratulations. Are you ready for our next candidate?” Madam Alana was already moving on to the next auction, which I knew meant my baby sister.

I held my dress in a ball at my side as I dashed down the stairs and back to the other side of the stage.

Not far from the bottom of the stage sat Jade in a heap of black sparkly fabric. She was crying. Both Faith and Memphis were tending to her so when I saw the group catch my gaze, I held a finger up and ran to my sister.

Savannah’s eyes were wide, her gaze tracing my form. “ Why are you undressed? I thought you had to do a part two with a robe and a reveal. That’s what Ruby is doing.”

“Shit doesn’t always work out as it’s supposed to.” I waved her concern off and spoke fast. “I just wanted to tell you I was picked and got four mil! That might be enough. Maybe I could ask my husband-to-be to advance me the rest of the money and we can save the land without you having to go through with this? It’s worth a shot!”

Excitement poured through my veins as I held on to the tiny hope I could pull something like that off.

Savannah took my hands and tilted her head. “I know you want to save me from every possible hurt the world may bring my way, but this isn’t something you can save me from. I need to do this. For you. For me. For our grandaddy. For our future.”

I closed my eyes. “But I could try...”

She put her finger to my lips, cutting off my words.

“Let’s welcome Ms. Savannah McAllister…” Madam Alana’s voice shredded through the moment like a machete to a jungle plant.

The drapes opened, and my sister dropped my hands.

“Wish me luck,” Savannah said, then took to the stairs.

I could not have been more proud of her. Fighting for what she believed. Putting herself out there and taking charge of her life.

At the same time, I hated myself for not being able to protect her.





Episode 12


Savannah’s Auction



SAVANNAH

“I’m sorry, Dakota. It’s going to be okay. Go help Jade.” I gestured at the sobbing woman Faith and Memphis were crowded around. Dakota firmed her jaw, nodded, and left me alone on the stairs. For a single moment I closed my eyes, centered my mind, and breathed through all the possibilities in front of me. I was going to help save our legacy.

Legacy.

A strange word that held such incredible implications for my family. And by family, I really just meant Dakota. She loved our land. Adored being out at the crack of dawn and working every inch of it. And me… I was attached to the animals.

I enjoyed farm life for the most part. The seemingly endless span of acreage on our property that ran as far as the eye could see was magical every day. Mostly though, I wanted to help Dakota secure our birthright for generations to come.

Ready to face the music, I put one foot in front of the other. When I made it to the top of the stairs, the lights blinded me momentarily. My forest-green dress was fitted at the bodice and cut across my chest, the fabric hanging delicately off the shoulders. The gown hugged my natural curves but flared out just above the knees. The only day I’d felt more beautiful was when Jarod presented me with a promise ring prior to us making love for the first time.