Travis
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A crushing breakup. A secretive fiancé. An unwelcome new face in town. And a Christmas miracle that could fix it all...or ruin everything.
So, I’m sitting in the car, with my new assistant. We just met new clients. Big clients. Clients that will help me buy that game changing Christmas present for my favorite niece. Everything rides on this project. Everything since Travis, that is. But I knew something was wrong the second we shook hands. I can think of a million things that could nix this deal. I’ve seen many and lived to tell. But something tells me that what I’m about to learn next will put us in a sticky situation. I just hope that what I’m guessing isn’t true...
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I watch him strut out of Becky’s car and my skin crawls. Now, I’m not a jealous guy, this isn’t about that. My boss, Laura, sees it, too. While the Christmas decorations get pulled out for an early celebration, I cross my fingers, and hope to God that what my instincts are telling me isn’t true. Becky did what she had to do to make it right. I get that. But what bridges get burned now? In the coming weeks, before Christmas, it becomes clear. But will it be enough to get it all back? And then, just when I think I’ve lost it all, strangely enough, my lucky number shows me the way...
Holiday romance
Christmas romance
Second chance romance
Happily ever after romance
Steamy romance
Slow burn romance
Medium heat
Mild foul language
Cliffhanger ending
Sandy Appleyard
Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person. However, once we’ve spoken for five minutes or less, you’ll have laughed at least once. That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.I graduated with honours from Humber College and began working as an Administrative Coordinator for a large, multinational corporation shortly afterward. Quickly learning that the corporate world, despite the love I had for my job, is a slow killer of creativity, I chose to quit during maternity leave in 2006.Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn’t come in one: my first child. While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written. It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.After my second daughter was born in 2008 I had more fuel to write, and felt it necessary to voice the challenges and inherent gifts I acquired during my struggles with Scoliosis. Hence, my second memoir was born. The words flowed out of me with such ease I shocked myself.My love for words grew with each book I read and every word I wrote. I soon realized I had no more material to write non-fiction, which led me to take a stab at fiction. The next two books were such a revelation: it became more and more clear what my true calling was. The rest, as they say, is history!
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Travis - Sandy Appleyard
Chapter 1
Travis
image-placeholderI ’ll flip you for who gets to tell her.
Kurt says, as we stand over the box of Christmas bells that Laura ordered weeks ago. The box showed up while we were out exercising the horses, so nobody saw the mangled package. Inside, the bells are banged up, some tarnished, and there is some sort of soap or slippery substance covering them.
Well, the good news is that we’ve got seven weeks left until Christmas. What’s say we send the box back and order new ones. She’ll just think they never arrived.
I suggest.
Trav, you’re a devil, but I’ll take it.
Kurt comments, slapping me on the back.
Let Grayson know, that way he can head her off, if she goes snooping on the company account.
Will do. She’s busy with little Grant today, anyway. Gymboree or something.
Kurt adds with a shrug.
We both see Will’s truck pull up. As I carry the box outside, both me and Kurt walk towards him. Howdy.
I say. Whatcha got there?
I ask, seeing him pull a box out of his flatbed.
I dunno. Christmas decorations Laura asked me to bring over.
Kurt and I exchange a look. Well, Christ, it’s still seven weeks away. Just how much Christmas crap is she buying, anyway?
Kurt says.
I heard there’s supposed to be some wedding here just before Christmas. Laura wants to prepare for it.
Let me take a look.
I say, setting the box I’m holding down, and taking Will’s from him. When I open it, I look at Kurt. I’ll be damned. It’s more goddamn bells.
Kurt’s brows knit together. How many of those things does she need?
he chuckles.
Grayson pulls up and gets out of his truck. He’s got his white office coat on, with his identification tag pinned to the upper breast pocket. It says ‘Grayson Thomas, M.D.’. What, does nobody work around here, anymore?
he jokes, walking up to give his brother Kurt, and his brother-in-law Will, a handshake. It’s no wonder Laura had me come check on all of you during my lunch.
he teases.
My sister doesn’t need to check on me.
Will scoffs. I was doing her a favor.
Grayson waves. I’m just kidding around. Came home for lunch to see my wife and son. Where’s Laura and Grant?
Gone to some dang Gymboree or something.
I explain. It was last minute.
Grayson checks his phone. Ah, shoot. Battery’s dead. I betcha she tried to let me know and I missed it.
he walks towards the ranch. Any food in the house?
Yeah, Lois is in there, preparing something.
Kurt says.
I’ve gotta head back.
Will says. I was just dropping off this box, before it gets mixed up with all the Christmas crap we’ll be putting out soon.
Okay, brother. I’ll see ya later.
Grayson says.
I’m gonna go get this thing sent back.
I comment. Just going to the post office. Be back soon.
What’s the rush?
Grayson asks.
Ah, the bells Laura ordered are no good. I don’t want her to see them. She’ll go postal.
Don’t sweat it, buddy. I’ll take them back when I head back to the office.
Sure?
Grayson nods. Yeah. Come on back in. Take a load off.
I nod, following him into the house, as Will takes off in his truck, back to his office. He owns a car parts company just outside of Huttonville, close to Dallas. He and his girlfriend, Presley, run it together. Grayson’s a doctor, running a medical practice in town, along with Laura’s other brother, Clint. Kurt is Grayson’s brother. Grayson and Kurt came from El Paso, where their family owns another ranch. Kurt came out here to replace Grayson as the lead ranch hand when Grayson opened his medical practice. Laura and Grayson are married with an infant son, Grant.
Yeah, shoot, I'm starved.
Kurt states, following us inside.
Setting the box on the floor in the kitchen, I grab a plate of food, and join the boys at the table. So, what’s on the agenda for you for Christmas, man?
Kurt asks me.
I stare at my sandwich, not really wanting to answer the question. Not sure. I might go home to my folks, but they haven’t mentioned anything yet.
Do they know about you and Becky?
Grayson asks, in a ‘level with me’ tone.
Can't help but sigh. No. That’s part of the reason why I don’t want to go back home for Christmas.
Kurt interjects. Not the greatest way to celebrate the holidays. Telling your folks that you and your wife split.
I look at him. Exactly.
I take a bite of food, chew and swallow. Besides, we’re just separated.
Kurt pats me on the back. Yeah, who knows what’ll happen, right?
You guys still talk?
Grayson asks, as he plugs his phone into the charger.
I don’t want to talk about it, if it’s all the same to you.
Kurt gives his brother a look. Yeah, Grayson. I wouldn’t want to talk about my ex, either.
Forgive me.
Grayson says fairly. I’m fresh out of talking about anything else. Had this one patient this morning, I swear to God she thought it was a therapy session.
And yet you’re asking Travis here about his love life.
Kurt points out.
It’s women.
I say, half joking, half changing the subject. All they ever want to talk about is babies. That’s how come me and Becky broke up, see. We couldn’t have any, no matter what we tried.
Don’t lose hope, man.
Kurt interjects. My Lisa told me that’s how come her and her ex fiancé broke up, because she couldn’t have kids. Then she met me, and I knocked her up right quick.
My gaze darts to him. So, you’re saying it’s my fault.
My voice is flat, insinuating.
No, man, I'm just saying that she thought she couldn’t have kids, and it turns out that she could.
Well, that’s just great.
My tone is condescending, facetious. I suppose we’ll never know now.
Don’t say that, man.
Grayson says. She may come around. It’s not been that long.
How long has it been?
Kurt says.
Look, I said that I didn’t want to talk about it.
Sorry, man.
Kurt says.
Fuck, we tried everything.
I continue, going off on a tirade. Hormones, IVF, everything. She had me on a goddamn sex schedule and everything. Doctors couldn’t find a dang thing wrong with either one of us, neither. Had to...jerk myself off into one of them cups...only to find out there ain’t nothing wrong with my sperm.
Kurt and Grayson exchange a look. Look, maybe some time apart is what you need, man.
Grayson says. Maybe y’all just put too much emphasis on making babies. Y’all forgot about being a couple.
Easy for you to say. At least you guys both got pregnant without trying.
I point out, pissed off. Becky and I tried for five years, man. Ain’t nothing fun about that. Sex is supposed to be something y’all look forward to. Well, dammit, I dreaded it.
Except for one glorious time, but I leave that part out.
Maybe it’s not meant to be.
Grayson says.
Look, I've been over and over this a million times, man.
I state. Becky and I went to counselling, the whole nine yards. She got the seven-year itch and jumped ship is all. I’m not sure if anyone recovers from that. But she’s happier without me from what I can see.
Have you seen her much?
Kurt asks.
No, but I've heard.
I half lie.
You want me to fix you up?
Kurt asks.
I give him a look. What, are you insane? I’m not ready to go off with some other woman.
Not even for a roll in the hay, man?
Grayson says.
I scoff. I don’t think so. I’ve never...oh, shit, never mind.
We hear the front door open, and little Grant screaming. Uh oh.
Grayson chuckles, running to his wife’s aid.
What happened?
he asks. I thought you were at Gymboree.
We were.
Laura says, unimpressed. But Grant had a different plan.
Grayson lifts his baby son out of the carrier. What’s the matter, little guy?
Grant looks at his daddy and smiles wide, and then he proceeds to let out the loudest, biggest fart I've ever heard. Grayson looks at Laura, almost bashfully. Her arms are crossed over her chest. Her toes might as well be tapping on the floor.
I...uh...I suppose that’s all that was wrong, Laura.
Grayson says, apologetically.
Well, thank you.
she barks. I suppose it’s good to know that my husband’s a doctor and he can figure out everything that’s wrong with our son.
Grayson sits Grant on his arm, and the baby perches up high, as though proud of himself. But Laura, God love her, she can’t stay mad when her baby is so happy, and her husband is so happy to see them both. It makes me ache. Alright, fine. So Gymboree isn’t as fun as daddy.
She looks over in the corner. Is that my package?
Oh, shit. Err...
I hesitate.
What’s the problem?
Laura asks, pulling the diaper bag onto her shoulder. The tone that she uses says not to mess with her. It’s her usual tone. Laura’s a tough girl. Before Grayson and Kurt came around, Laura ran this ranch just with her brothers, and before that, with her late first husband. I’ve been working here for about two years. My house, the one I left to Becky, is a ten minute drive from here. Since the separation, Laura invited me to live on the ranch, and I obliged, for lack of a place to go, more than anything.
The last thing I wanted was for Becky to hate me, and we were headed down that road. That’s why we parted ways before things got ugly. We’d been through enough, what with trying to have a baby, and with her start-up business, it was more than we could handle, I suppose. That’s how come we fell apart. Laura and her family have been very kind to me. The job pays well, and it's more of a steppingstone since I’m working towards my master’s degree in engineering. Schooling, for me, has been a part-time endeavor for many years. That’s also something that added to the pressure.
When Becky and I got married, she knew that I was working towards something. Just like she was. What was once the glue that held us together ended up in the end becoming the nail in the casket. But I’m almost there. Just one more semester and I graduate. It’s just too bad that our marriage couldn’t hold up long enough to see it through. Laura’s glare is divided between me and Kurt, and somehow, I wish Will was still here, too. Laura’s the only woman that scares the shit out of me. They showed up like that.
I blurt.
Kurt, sheepishly hands the box to Laura, as she puts the diaper bag on the table and expectantly holds her hand out.
I swear, Laura, we opened the box, and that’s what they looked like. I don’t know what the hell is all over them, neither, but I’ve got half a mind to say that the box got opened in transit and mixed with a box of dish detergent or laundry detergent.
Kurt rambles off.
Laura looks through the box, lifting her brows, sighing, as baby Grant coos in Grayson’s arms. I suppose I knew this would happen. That’s why I had Will bring me his decorations.
There’s still lots of time, love.
Grayson states.
Well, yes, for the wedding.
Laura counters. But they want to do engagement pictures here next week.
Engagement pictures? Isn’t it a little late for that? Aren’t they getting married right before Christmas?
Grayson coughs in his hand, stifling his remark. Shotgun wedding.
Laura slaps him without looking at him, making baby Grant laugh out loud.
Oh, you think that’s funny when daddy gets hit by mama, do you?
Grayson says to his son.
Laura kisses her son’s cheek and takes him from Grayson. He needs to be nursed.
She says to Grayson, and then she addresses me and Kurt. I’ll deal with this. That company ought to be ashamed.
Why do these people want to theme their wedding for Christmas, anyway, love?
Grayson inquires with a half-disgusted sneer.
Probably to hide the giant, pregnant belly.
Kurt snorts.
Laura elbows him in the ribs with her free arm.
They are just…like that. They like Christmas and they love the look of the ranch, so it’s perfect to them.
Is she pregnant, doll?
Grayson asks, trying to keep a straight face.
No, she’s not, for your information. So, you can all stop acting like children.
Sorry, Laura.
We all say under our breaths, in unison.
Alright. I’ll feed Grant and put him down for a nap, and then I can deal with this.
Laura states. Grayson, I think Lois has some lunch prepared in the kitchen.
Grayson nods and obediently heads for the kitchen, while Kurt and I head back to work. Phew. Sidestepped that landmine.
Kurt comments.
Yeah. I figured she’d blame us for that one.
Well, the kid softens her up some, see. Lisa’s like that with little Quentin, too. Just like Laura, my Lisa’s a real spitfire, but when little Quentin starts hollerin’ or laughing, she’s right there and all bets are off. No exceptions.
I’ll bet. That’s how come me and Becky wanted to have a baby so bad.
I get it. Lisa and I got in there, just like Laura, before it was too late.
I don’t want to comment any further. We start working again, around the pasture, and then mucking the stalls, doing the usual thing. Grayson goes back to the office, and we can hear Laura screaming at someone on the phone from outside. Bet that place with the Christmas bells is getting an ear full.
Kurt says.
We help some of the other hands with the horses, getting them cleaned and back into the stable, and then we call it a day. I’m the only ranch hand that lives on site. So, I’ve got the quarters all to myself, which is sometimes a good thing, and sometimes a bad thing. It gets lonely sometimes, but Laura and Grayson invite me inside often. In fact, depending on what’s going on, I only come back here to sleep. But tonight, there’s nothing going on, so it’s real quiet. It’s fine, since I’ve got a bunch of homework to do for school, and a forthcoming test to boot, so the time doesn’t stretch on like some nights, when my head is swimming with thoughts of Becky.
I’m not gonna lie. I miss her all the time. I’ll never love anyone the way that I love her. And I’d rather kill myself than hear that she’s moved on to someone else. The love that I have for that woman can never be matched. When she asked me to leave it broke my heart in two, but I’d still