Cocky At The Rodeo (Chronicles Of A Newly-Single Ally Bradshaw, #3) (ePub)

Howdy! It's me, Ally Bradshaw. *sigh*

In true Southern style, my chronicles pick up when I head back to my childhood home, Water Hills, Constantia to spend a supposed rehabilitating, reorienting and reeducating three weeks with my parents. *sigh* I am so excited … whoop whoop. Just kidding! This is basically the worst thing in my life at the moment and could not have come at a worse time.

To say the least, my dad Jason is a rather tense and edgy man in his early sixties. Ever since my brother Max passed away at the age of nineteen, my father has been nothing short of over-protective and controlling. He serves as a Deacon in our Church in the town I grew up in and can be just a tad bit overpowering. My mom Sylvia staunchly supports him and would never go against his will or authority. That leaves me, Ally. The good girl turned bad. Bad'ish.

But, on a more positive note, what perfect timing to go home to my parents. Water Hills kicks off with their week-long Annual Fall Festival on the very day I get there. That means eight-second men, rodeo events, cowboys, fairs, rides *oh boy* and late-night country music festivities. Yay! But, it also means Church and it means dealing with my parents.

I haven't heard a single word from Michael or Lily since that fateful morning. He hasn't shown up at the museum or at my apartment, so I am holding my breath and hoping that my plan wasn't so flawed after all. Except for the fact that I must now sit through three weeks of torture with my parents, I think I did pretty good. Michael knows my parents and he knows the trouble I'm in with them. Blah. Blah.

As I sit here writing this, I must be honest, I am still obsessed with Daniel. I like the idea of having him around, I just don't like the fact that he could quite possibly be dating by the time I get back. I know. I'm such a hypocrite. But still. I like Daniel, I enjoy his company and so does Lady Clam. What can I say?

My encounters with William were amazing. Different. My ventures and excursions with him were wonderfully eye-opening and I am more in touch with what tickles me, what I like and what I don't more than ever before. Not that there was anything I disliked. Okay, I am probably more in tune with my body's little sensor buttons if you must.

Bianca will be keeping an eye on my place while I'm in the Country. I am going to do my best to get through the coming three weeks behaving myself, or at least, appear to be the same good daughter I was, and convince my parents that I am still Ally. Their little girl. Their pride and joy. Their obedient, loving, caring and classy little good girl, who just says fuck a lot. I'm not holding my breath though. My mother can see right through me.

Yeah right, Ally. All you have on your mind are the eight-second rodeo riders and those damn hot cowboys!

So, here I am driving into Water Hills. This is where my three-week adventure, or catastrophe kicks off, and this is how it plays out.

Call me whatever you like, just don't call me drab, boring or ugly.

Ally.