#kinda scared

You’re all sweet - white polo shirts under soft, pastel jerseys, and light navy jeans. There’s an AC blasting in the Dutton house, so you don’t mind layering up; fewer veering eyes to worry about.

But Andrew notices you - how shy you are around the boys, eyes downcast, and mumbling quietly. He’s never seen a woman of such high position so timid before - making you all the more endearing.

You followed Rip around the ranch one time, giving you a better idea as to why John loves this property so much - and why you need to protect it with all your heart.

Andrew nearly hits Jimmy’s hand while nailing a fence - the skinnier man cursing from fright. Andrew barely pays him any attention - too focused on the cute lawyer trailing behind Rip like a lost puppy. You’re wearing more appropriate clothes that day - weather-wise, anyway. A short graphic tee, paired with dark navy jeans. Andrew found you breathtaking.

You noticed him, too. I mean, who couldn’t? He’s a mysterious cowboy, with big arms, and a constant scowl - he’s perfect. His shirt tight against his midsection, hugging him in all the right places. And his techniques with the tools, God. Your mother would clutch her pearls at the way you look at him.

Rip glances back at you, the sounds of your steps suddenly disappeared. The man smirks at the dazed look on your face, nudging you with his shoulder, “His name is Andrew, in case you were wonderin’.” His tease took you out of your trance, eyeing him suspiciously, “I wasn’t!” “Right, right. And the sky is red.”