Thread: A New Life (Lost Lamb & rpfiend_123)

Normally by this time of day, Matthew would have been out inspecting the perimeter of his fence, making sure there were no holes for members of his meager cattle herd to escape through. It was a common occurrence here in Northern Oklahoma, but one that he'd rather avoid nonetheless. He'd finished up some other chores near the house early and came inside to get showered and changed. Even a few hours in the Oklahoma spring sun would have the most experienced farm hand sweaty. So now he sat at his kitchen table, reading the latest email from his sister Penny updating him on Sophie's travel itinerary. Today was the day that his niece would come and stay with him on the farm. He'd seen her a couple times in the past 5 or so years, but only when he could find the time to travel out to LA. They'd never in a million years find themselves out at his farm. His sister had been afraid of cows ever since she was bitten by one at a petting zoo when she was 5. The thought made him smile as he sipped his coffee, the steam fogging up his reading glasses a bit. He ran a thick, calloused hand through his damp, greying locks and closed his laptop, leaning back to stretch as he enjoyed his rare moment of relaxation. His red flannel button up was loose around his toned midriff, but hung snugly at his broad shoulders. At 6' 3, he was quite an imposing figure, and the farm had left him in impeccable shape for his age. He had been offered to take Sophie on after his sister's emails became more and more dramatic. Each one talking of the 'hellion' of a girl and how she was at her wits end. Matt figured she was just being a bit too harsh and chalked it up to Penny's weak will to deal with a wild child. His logic that 'maybe she just needed a few months hard work' seemed like a simple enough plan to him, and to be honest, he was glad to have the help and the company of a family member he'd lost touch with as of late. His most recent memory of Sophie was from a few years ago when he'd visited LA the last time. He didn't remember her being that bad, at least not as bad as his sister had described her lately. He just thought she'd gotten a bit taller, a bit prettier, and a bit more demanding, but nothing that wasn't expected of a 13 year old. He was shaken out of his train of thought when a sharp knock came at the door. He rose and walked through the modest, yet nice farmhouse along the hardwood floors and hunting trophies on the walls. As he rounded the stairs, he opened the door, his eyes widening when he saw a gorgeous young woman standing where he had expected a little girl. An involuntary chuckle left his mouth. Sophie! His broad, white smile spread across his face and he leaned forward to pull her into a big bear hug, squeezing her against him. It's so good to see you! How was your flight? He grabbed her bags, tossing them into the hall and shutting the door behind him. For a moment, he'd been so lost in studying her face to see traces of his sister and ex husband traits that mixed well on the young blonde. It was after he'd familiarized himself with her again that he noticed the manner in which she was dressed. 'Woah.' Was all the only word he felt appropriate to say in his mind. He knew it definitely wouldn't suit farm work, and he already began wondering how he'd broach the subject of modesty if he were to take her into town. No woman dressed like that around here. Well, no woman that didn't work at the local strip joint.