Page 26 of Forget That Guy
The thought of Denver drowning would’ve made me happy about an hour ago.
Now…
I wasn’t sure what the hell I felt.
I just knew that the feeling was foreign and I didn’t like it.
“I’m going over there after work,” I muttered.
“Take the work truck and take Greta home,” he suggested. “You did good with her today. Denver rescued Greta and Gibson as puppies. He’d have been secretly heartbroken had they both passed.”
I nodded once. “Will do, but I’ll stop by and get her on my way out there. I’m going home to take a shower first.”
I would also stop thinking about anything to do with Denver Windsor.
Instead of going straight to Denver’s place after work, I chose to go home and shower off the day, snatching up my mail from the box as I went.
Quickly sifting through my mail as I walked toward the bathroom, I breathed the first deep breath since last night, when I got to an official-looking letter.
Sometime in between walking into work this morning and leaving it, I’d come to the decision that I would move into Denver’s apartment.
I’d make this work.
That thought in my head, I tossed the mail down on the bathroom counter, and one letter caught my eye.
It was addressed to my mother, I pushed it off the counter into the trash.
Then I took a shower and got ready to head to Denver’s.
I would not examine why it was that I chose to put on some makeup.
Nor would I examine why I chose my tightest pair of jeans I had that were also worn in and looked like I knew how to put in some work.
SIX
I can’t decide which pants to put on today. My smart pants or my fancy pants.
—DeeDee to Denver
DENVER
I was arm deep in a horse when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.
I’d know that white-blonde hair anywhere.
But in that moment, I was too busy to ask her why she was there.
Instead, I fished out a hoof and guided it out of the birth canal.
I did the same with the second.
Then I pulled.
My horse, Applesauce—aptly named by my girls years ago when they were younger—was what felt like two years pregnant.
I’d been keeping an eye on her for weeks, expecting her to give birth at any second.
However, she kept going. And going. And going.
