❛ HALSTEAD, C.
It’d been a few weeks since she’d last annoyed Weston, and that in itself just couldn’t do. So, after agreeing with him prior that she was going to swing by, she noticed that the front door was already open, peering in as she realised nobody was closeby. It was likely Jake just forgot to close the door upon his departure, or arrival home. And with that, she wondered in further, the brunette searching as she tried to locate the company she’d dropped by for. “Wes?” Cleo called out, shaking her head slightly, hoping he hadn’t forgotten about her. “Oi, Taylor, where the heck are you?” She sniggered at herself as she called out. “Guess I’ll have to have these shakes to myself then, huh?” Anyone that knew Cleo knew that she wasn’t kidding. She’d happily drain these cups dry. Both of them.
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The Taylor house had seemed... er, quite as of late. His teenage son was becoming more and more independent, staying out for most of the days on the lake with the friends he made from football, his boys coming and going, and Wes left to his own devices to tinker around the house until he was left with nothing left to do. He was recovering from his accident months ago just fine, but he still wasn’t fully there yet. So, the tinkering this time around was working on the old Ford Bronco in his driveway, cleaning up the kennel in the back for the three pups and ensuring they were well hydrated in the southern heat, and unloading the groceries he ordered for pick up that morning. All of which earned him sweat equity and had the southerner catch the woman’s yell from the patio in the back, swiping his hand against his forehead, then moving his white tee from his belly to his forehead to clear himself off. “Woman, you ain’t drinkin’ my shake.” He joked upon moving the sliding door open only to shut soon enough to keep the air inside the house cool, walking on over to her without the cane to pluck that drink from her grip. “I’ve been waitin’ for this all damn day.”
