Chapter 17: Wet and Naked Chests
The Barnyard and Bunker
Arched Q Ranch
12:22 P.M.
Cord led me out of the barn and into the storm. As if on cue, brilliant white lightning flashed and thunder roared as Cord closed the barn door, while the Oklahoma rain pelted our bare torsos. Droplets of liquid drenched the cowboy’s furred chest and rolled down my hairless and muscular frame. The storm was out of proportion to what I was used to in Florida, but I took Cord’s outstretched hand we bolted toward the house. The rain was cold and the wind whistled around us as we ran through the water, the midday sky as dark as night.
Halfway to the house, Cord stopped running, and yanked me to his side. He was looking left, to the west. Even in the weird storm light, I could see the color draining from hi
