She's laughing as she leaves the room, having occupied Anrai with some silly internet toy for a few minutes at least. Laine only wants her husband distracted long enough for her to finish wrapping his birthday presents. Slap a few bows on them really and sign the card. Everything else, she managed to do the night before.

Happy Birthday, Darlin'. I ( Read more... )

ooc: continued from here. The last part of the very long, long RP log.

He. Wants. Her. “Arrrrrgh!” That same thought that made her smile an hour ago was now keeping her wide awake and has just caused her to throw the blankets off the bed. Damn him.

Damn her too.

Eyes closed, Laine runs her fingertips over her lips, thinking about ( Read more... )

She almost feels bad for the man as she catches him in the middle of checking her out, almost, but not quite. "You do that, McEver." She nods with a small smirk at the corner of her mouth as she watches him climb up into the loft, not feeling the least bit ashamed to be studying his backside. It does look nice in those jeans of his. Once he's ( Read more... )

She pushes curly wet hair off her face and tries to wring out her shirt while -not- looking at the way soaked linen clings to Anrai's back and he starts hunting for a towel or two, doing his damndest not to sneak any peeks at wet fabric outlining firm breasts.

Laine gets irritated with her shirt and unbuttons it as she goes into the tack room, ( Read more... )

She can't sleep which is just great considering how tired she's been the last few weeks. No, Laine's downstairs in the kitchen at half-past midnight, searching. This is her third go round with the pantry, perusing the contents for something to eat. She's already scoped out the freezer and the fridge, given the cookie jar a serious amount of ( Read more... )

Visitor at the ranch.

Ennis del Mar was coming to Flint Creek for a bit of a stay. A visit and a bit of a crash course in what it takes to run a cattle ranch, even a small one such as Laine's. She was looking forward to spending time with the man, he was sweet. A bit tenderhearted but good. And he loved horses ( Read more... )

RP thread in thehorseman's journal.

Laine is upstairs in her office, attempting to sort out some accounting issues with payroll and overtime for various employees as well as work on quarterly tax returns when she stops mid-action and looks at her monitor horrified. She clicks the icon one, twice, three times and then glares at the message blinking at her. iTunes needs a library to ( Read more... )

Summer in MontanaWarm and sunny, as is typical for this time of year, Flint Creek is alive with ranchers and livestock. Cattle are grazing in green fields that are occasionally studded with large granite rocks breaking up the landscape. A few men on horseback keep the wandering herds from roaming too far. Others are shifting sacks of grain and ( Read more... )