Only You (Love In Montana Book 6)

After dinner, Renée went back to Sawyer's room to ask him how he ate her tasteless food but he was already fast asleep. She smiled at him tenderly and left his room. She knew that he would be better the next day and there was no stopping him then. He would be up early and away the whole day, back to ignoring her.

The next morning just as she had predicted he was gone to the stables by the time she woke up. "You took such good care of him that he's back to his old self," said granny appreciatively.

"He could have rested today," Renée grumbled. His mom chuckled and looked at her with tenderness and love. Ryder and Ryan rushed back from somewhere.

"Hey little sis! No time to sit and chit chat. We'd be leaving for college two hours early today," said Ryan while Renée glared at him.

"That early? Why?" She asked.

"We have a meeting with coach," said Ryder. They both played for the college football team and as such were quite popular at college.

"What will I do that early? I'll be bored all alone," complained Renée. Just then Sawyer walked inside to have his breakfast.

"I'll drop you later. Let them go early, " he told her, going to his room to freshen up. Renée heart started beating faster at the thought of going on a long drive with him. I wish his car would break down on the way! She wanted to be stranded with him in the middle of nowhere! Chuckling at her wicked thoughts she went to get ready for college. She would try to dress up and look as matured as possible to make Sawyer fall for her.

Looking through her wardrobe, she settled for a black figure-hugging jeans and a red top which enhanced her figure. She knew that she was looking very attractive in it. Red was her favorite color and it suited her the most. As she emerged from her room she saw Sawyer waiting for her in  the living room. His jaws dropped as he saw her looking hot as ever in that top. The deep neckline clearly showed ample  skin and it made Sawyer mad with fury. Who did she dress up to kill? Matt? Jealous made him see red.

"Change that, Renée, " he growled. Renée froze in her tracks.

"Why should I? I want to look good," she protested. "Mom, I don't want to change please, " she wailed seeing Sawyer's grim expression. Her mom shrugged  suppressing a smile.

"You look good in anything you wear. You don't need revealing clothes. C'mon, change into something sober," he growled again stubbornly.

"This is the first and last time I'm going with you. Soon I'll be eighteen and I'll drive to college, " she said  stomping angrily to her room, grumbling all the way. She picked up whatever she could get hold of. What was the use? He was blind actually! He would never see how grown up she had become! After five minutes, she came out with a scowl wearing a pink tee shirt which read "Coolest gal in the world".

Sawyer's mood uplifted see her and he picked up his keys and walked out to his truck. Renée grimaced behind his back and followed him out with that same scowl on her face. She wasn't talking to him!

He started his truck with her grumpy sitting next to him. As he drove out of Wildcreek Ranch, he glanced at her expression. "So you're not gonna talk to me, right?" He asked with an apologetic look on his face.

"No, I'm mad at you," she told him without looking at him.

"Why did you dress up? For Matt?" He asked inquisitive.

"No. Matt doesn't study at our college for your kind information, " she gritted out. Sawyer looked at her with his mouth hanging open. So if not for Matt, then for whom? This was the question that was utmost on his mind.

"Oh, then who?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not answering that," she looked more mad.

"Will you answer me if I treated you to ice-cream?" He asked her. Renée turned her face as well as her body 180 degrees with excitement, facing him and staring at him with eagerness. 

"I'll get late," she pouted.

Sawyer considered her words. "Okay, while returning home then?" He asked.

"Yes please. Will you come to fetch me?" She asked him, clasping her hands together with excitement. Sawyer chuckled at her childishness.

"I thought this was the last time you're coming along with me?" He said, repeating what she had told him. Renée looked ashamed of herself.

"I speak anything when I'm mad," she mumbled.

"I know. I loved that red top. You could wear it on special occasions, not at college. Okay?" He told her gently. Renée nodded, glad that he liked it at least.

"So how many friends did you make?" He asked curiously.

"4-5," said Renée with a dazzling smile.

"Oh, boys or girls?" He asked curiously.

"Both," shrugged Renée. Sawyer glanced at her with an irritated look on his face.

"How many boys?" He asked gruffly, his whole body burning with jealousy.

"Two, why?" She asked innocently.

"I'd like to meet them today," he told her like an order. Renée shook her head.

"Why should I agree to everything that you say? You've never introduced me to your friends, " she pointed out. Sawyer was quiet for a while as he silently drove. Renée kept glancing at him wondering what he was thinking about. After ten minutes of silence, Renée couldn't take it any longer.

"You didn't answer me Sawyer?" She asked him with interest. Sawyer sighed.

"I don't have any friends," he told them quietly. Renée gaped at him. She never knew that he didn't have anyone to call a friend. He might be so lonely.

"Why? Everybody has friends, " she told him.

"Those who come from a normal family have friends. Everyone at college knew my life history. They didn't want to be friends with me," said Sawyer. Renée's heart went out to him. She hadn't known about this!

"Then such people who judge you on the basis of that aren't worth your friendship, Sawyer," she told him.

"You're right, " he agreed. "I do have a good friend, anyway and I don't need another," he told her.

"Who?" Asked Renée eagerly.

"Someone who took care of me when I was sick," he told her with a smile. Renée couldn't help the smile that was dying to break out on her lips. So he treated her as a friend and not a cousin as she had thought? That was an improvement.

"I'm honored that you consider me as a friend. By the way, tell me, how did you eat the tasteless soup that I made for you?" She asked him. Sawyer smiled.

"Please tell me. I'm dying to know, " she continued. Sawyer kept smiling and she went crazy with the need to know how.

"You tell me first whom you had dressed up for today?" Asked Sawyer. Renée blushed to the roots of her hair.

"You, who else? " she told him leaving him stunned. "Now it's your turn to tell me," she reminded him again.

"I have always told you that I'll eat anything you cook for me," he told her.

"Oh, that's all?" She asked him, feeling a little disappointed. Sawyer nodded.

"Yes, what else you expected to hear?" He asked her, stopping his truck right in front of her college.

"Nothing," she said, opening her door to go out. She had expected him to say that he liked her a little more, that his feelings for her had started growing day by day. Anything to give her a little more hope. He caught her hand to stop her.

"There's no hope for us Ren. The sooner you realize it the better," he said. It stilled Renée completely and her eyes pricked with tears. The hope that she had been feeling for the last two days were crushed again. So he was better now and they would go back to ignoring one another again?

"Thanks for pointing it out to me. Your behavior sometimes give me hope. I can't figure you out," she whispered, looking completely like a crushed flower, ready to wilt away. Sawyer felt like a criminal. He couldn't leave her hand and let her go. He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her that he loved her but he was afraid that the Wilson's would throw him out and he would never be able to see her again.

Renée tried to wrench her hand free from his hold. "I'm sorry. I I'll not burden you with my feelings. Leave me Sawyer. I'm getting late," she told him. Sawyer released her reluctantly, his face grim and hurt.

"You don't need to come to pick me up. I'll figure it out," she said, getting down and running away towards her building. Sawyer sat still watching her go. Things weren't in his hands. She was still a minor and the way their feelings for each other were developing at such a fast rate, it would soon come out in the open. He didn't want Renée to be punished in any way for loving him.