I’m going to kill him. Despite her rising ire, Chloe sat staring straight ahead through the windshield into the dark city street as Brad droned on about himself, as he had for the last hour and a half. She panicked when he paused, afraid for a moment that he expected her to respond to a question he had asked her, but he resumed after taking a breath. She wondered for the eight thousandth time why she had agreed to this date.
Dustin watched the cowboys swagger around the yard telling each other tall tales and playing with their guns and lariats. Sunday was different from the rest of the week. The other six days, everyone worked hard. The cowboys were rarely anywhere near the yard any other day; they were out fixing fences, breaking horses, keeping cattle in line, and doing all of the other exciting things Dustin wished he could do.
Jennifer hunched over her aching belly on the hard bench at the bus shelter and breathed the cold, damp air carefully against the pain in her ribs, trying to focus on the autumn leaves skittering by her shabby sneakers, but the image soon blurred.