Impulsion: A Station 32 Fire Men Novel by Jamie Magee Read Free Book Online

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    Easton let a laugh burst through his stoic image. “Look, man, you’re walking this path alone. I haven’t been down this road. I can’t tell you what to expect, what to watch out for, nothing beyond be careful.”
    Wyatt pulled his brow together in confusion.
    “It’s gotta be different when you have feelings for them. I don’t have a clue about that.”
    He wasn’t saying that to be an ass, and Easton was definitely not a player. He was just a blunt son of a bitch. Girls at school would fall all over him, flirt like crazy. When the mood struck him, he would hang around one for a bit. Whether it went somewhere or not, it was nothing to him. He made no bones about it. They knew he didn’t have feelings for them. Wyatt was pretty sure that the girl that took Easton’s virginity thought if they went down that road that Easton would magically spawn emotions; she figured out real quick that nothing and no one could change him.
    Wyatt roared his four-wheeler to life, ending the conversation, only giving Easton one nod, a nod that said yes, it’s gotta be different , and yes, steal me some protection .
     
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    Harley was still mentally berating herself as she walked up the back steps to the plantation home.
    Camille pulled up in the golf cart that she drove from barn to barn. “Good night, girl . Why do you look even tenser than when we talked earlier?”
    Harley gave her the best smile she could muster without looking the woman directly in the eyes. “Still working on the mechanics of having fun. That bonfire is next on the list.” It was a dry joke, but Camille smiled anyway. Harley took that as her cue to run for her life, and she did.
    After a shower, she called her dad . This was part of her normal routine. He heard the other girls in the background laughing and running from one room to the other.
    “Sounds like you are having fun,” her father said.
    “It’s Ava and her friends.”
    “And they’re not your friends?”
    “A bit younger,” she said. Harley was a senior. Ava was just gearing up for her first year in high school, and boys were her only focus—boys and fun. Harley adored her, but they had little to nothing in common. Harley had never known how to just be a kid, was never really allowed to be one.
    “Not by much,” her father said with a laugh. “How was today?”
    “Better.” Her father knew every skill Harley sought to conquer, knew every challenge with her horse. “He was a bit wild this morning, but Wyatt rode him, worked through that. By the time I got back on him, he was smooth as glass.”
    “Good to hear, good to hear. Your mother told me that she feels she has found the perfect trainer here at home.”
    After that first summer Harley took Danny Boy home with her, a trainer at the school worked with him through the fall. Danny Boy went backward, threw Harley twice, broke her wrist once. When Danny Boy made it back to Willowhaven, it took Wyatt three months to get him back to where he was. Camille basically told Garrison that she had serious riders and serious horses and she did not care to take one step forward and two back. Danny Boy had been at Willowhaven ever since then.
    It was a win and a loss for Harley. The win was that she always had a reason and excuse to go to Willowhaven, a place that had become her heaven, a sweet reward her mother could not logically take away from her. The downside was going without riding Danny Boy for so long. She had a horse at the school her father had purchased for her, and two at her home, but they were not Danny Boy . They didn’t push her, challenge her.
    “That was a fail last time.”
    “I understand. What you have to understand is that with school and the dates you have committed to, getting to Willowhaven will not be easy over the next few years. I’m trying to make it where you have what you want with you, what you told me you wanted. Camille knows about this. I’m not going to commit to