“Or heckling me from the stands,” Abram remarked with a laugh. “I don’t doubt that. Who knows, maybe I’ve already lost her to someone else.” He truly hoped that his best friend wasn’t sitting at home waiting around for him to return - just because he was trapped on this island didn’t mean those that weren’t should stop living their lives. “Been preparing for that since they declared the quarantine.” He admitted with a faint smile. “Twisted as it is, I’m looking forward to it. Means we’d no longer be stuck here.”
Abram put a hand over his heart as if her words had hurt him. “Ouch, way to kick a man when he’s already been down.” He swatted her elbow away from his ribs. “And I’m not just any normal man.” Abram added with all the ego he had. In truth he missed rodeo life more than he would admit, missed the thrill of it all. “Not looking forward to that so much,” groupies were the part of rodeo life he didn’t miss. “They only fawn over me because they think they know me, but none of them really care to really find out who I am.” Most of them just want to say they’ve been with a cowboy. “Maybe I’ll get Jenelle to run ‘em all off so I don’t have to deal with that for awhile.”
“Beating me once doesn’t mean much,” he reasoned with a smirk. “So it’s easy to forget that it’s happened.” Abram had to laugh when she pointed and then withdrew her hand. Peyton was always so aware of good manners, it was an endearing trait really. “Not maybe poker, always poker.” He was better at bluffing than she was. “Me? moving like a snail? never.” Abram quickened his pace. “I’m going now, don’t miss me too much, okay.” With that he flashed one final grin before slipping out of her room before she could throw something at him for that last remark.