Wildest Dreams

By Mae Nunnally

Caitlin is a small time girl. She spends her days in her home writing what she dreams about. That is until she meets small time boy Flynn. It doesn't take long for Caitlin to fall for Flynn. But is her love enough?

Flynn hasn't had it easy, and if it wasn't for Zak he probably would have been lost if not dead. Can he let go of his past and make a future with Caitlin or is he meant to be alone for the rest of his life?

Can Caitlin and Flynn make it work? Give Wildest Dreams a read and find out.

No cliffhanger.

If you enjoy Wildest Dreams please check out my other stories:
Steamy Windows
Into The Night - Parts 1 - 4

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mae Nunnally
• Release date: Jul 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370013005

Mae Nunnally

I live in the small town of Kaufman, Texas with my husband Michael. We have no children, but do have one dog and one cat.Besides writing I enjoy sitting down with some yarn and a hook and creating afghans and blankets as well as baby and toddler clothes. I also enjoys putting my feet up with a good book with the dog at my feet and the cat in my lap.Writing has always been a dream for me, now I'm taking the steps towards making that dream come true.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Flynn

In the beginning...at the crossroads of section lines five miles south of Wymore is Bethel Cemetery where the Bethel Welsh Church built in 1879 stood until 1960. This church became a hub for Welsh immigrants that made the area their home. It reminded the immigrants of their homeland with the rolling hills and the Blue River. The settlement was located on both sides of Highway 77, joining on the east the Otoe Indian reservation; on the north by Blue Springs and extended three miles both south and west.

Here I sit in Bethel Cemetery at my Grandma Ethel's grave, asking the same questions. Out of all the questions the only one I really wanted answered, was where do I go from here. As far as I am aware I am the last of the MacQuades. As I lean over grandma's headstone and whispered the question again, a strong wind blew from the south, sending a chill up my back. Even with my lined leather jacket that chill went bone deep and then it was gone.

Walking back to my Harley, I stopped and looked up as I heard the unmistakable sound of geese flying overhead. Just another group flying south to escape the cold bitterness of a Nebraska winter, I thought to myself.

As I rode out of the cemetery, the thought once again came to mind; would the MacQuade name die with me? There was no female in my life and there hadn't been for some time now, not since Tina.

Caitlin

Blue Springs had its beginning in the summer of 1857. In 1859, Ruel Noyes and John Chambers, two miners returning from Pike's Peak, came and seeing possibilities to make an attractive frontier town borrowed money to have the area surveyed. In 1862, Robert Wilson had the town platted and recorded which gave him the opportunity to give clear title to the lots.

Even though I had grown up in Beatrice, Blue Springs had been calling my name since I could remember. Beatrice is a nice enough city, but too crowded for my taste. I love my peace and quiet, which was just one of the reasons I had moved to Blue Springs. Jami was another, we grew up together, went to school together, college and finally moved here together. Jami was following her own dreams; she's finally running her own bakery, something Blue Springs was in need of. What no one knew however was that I was a silent partner, and with my help she was able to build her little bakery, which doubled as her home.

I tried to convince her that she could continue to live with me, but she argued that I needed my space and quiet. I did need to finish my current novel so my publisher could stop riding my ass.

It’s amazing how some people think that writing a novel is as easy as sitting down and putting words to paper or in my case words to digital paper. I kept thinking, why do I need a publisher, editor, and the rest, but then I'd remember that I really didn't want to deal with all the stuff they did for me. I also knew that this book had to get finished. It’s just that I've had writer's block for weeks now and had to tell Susan I needed more time again. She said it was no problem and ask if I could have it finished by the New Year. That gave me three months; I just hoped it was enough.

Frustrated once again, I shut off my laptop, still unable to add anything to the story. Pushing away from my desk, I stood and decided it was time for some of Jami's home-baked goodness.

Chapter 2

Flynn

Pulling up to F&Z's PC Repair & Service, I noticed Zak was already here. I swear he lives here at times, but then I'm no better. I've spent a night or two here when I hadn't felt like going home, just to be alone.

I stepped in the front door and didn't see anyone, Zak or otherwise, so I called out. You sleep here again last night?

Zak popped his head around doorway with his finger to his lips and then pointed to his headset. I nodded and walked on back. Taking a look at his PC screen I could see that he was working with a customer over the phoned, on how to do a system restore. It wasn't something we did a lot of; we preferred to do it ourselves, instead of walking someone thru it.

I was dealing with a customer out front when the phone rang again. A few seconds later Zak came out and said the phone was for me. He took over with the customer I had and I stepped into the back.

After putting the headset on I resumed the call and said, This is Tech Flynn, what can I help you with today? I heard a sniffle and a slight clear of the throat.

Y-yes, my laptop won't turn on and I really need to get to some of the information on my hard drive. Is anyone available to come to my home and look at my laptop and maybe fix it, or maybe just transfer the information to my desktop? She asked.

I heard another sniffle and knew I'd be making the trip. I just need your address and phone number and I can leave right away. Assuming that you live in the area, I'll be there in a few minutes.

After writing down the customer's information, I gathered up everything I thought I would need and headed out. Neither Zak or I were really cared for dealing with people, but I tended to do better with the house calls then he, so here I was hopping on my Harley and heading to Blue Springs.

It was a short ride about two miles to Blue Springs and the weather had warmed up a bit so the ride there should be pleasant enough. Hopefully I'd only be there a few minutes and the ride back would be just a pleasant. I dropped my shades into place as I pulled away and made my way to Ms Katzman's place.

Caitlin

I had no idea what had happen to my laptop from the time I shut it off and went and spent some time with Jami til just ten minutes ago, but I was itching to write and I needed my laptop or at least the information transferred to my desktop. I wasn't completely dumb when it came to a PC, but everything I tried hadn't worked. So, I found myself calling the closest PC repair shop and prayed that they would come to my home and deal with this.

On my second try I got lucky with F&Z's PC Repair & Service. I was surprised someone was available to come out right away. When the second person had come on the line I was momentarily stunned by his rich, deep, Irish accented voice. And I couldn't help, but put that voice to the face of my current novel's hero, or at least the face and body I had in my head.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and laughed at myself. Weren’t all computer techs nerds, skinny with pocket protectors and black rimmed glasses? However, I just could not put the voice I heard to that kind of body.

Shaking the thoughts from my head again, I looked around and started to clean up a bit. Now that Jami had moved out I hadn't really cared how my place looked. My work space was the only area that was really clean and organized.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the knock came at my door. I ran my hand thru my hair as I walked to answer it. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I opened the door and was glad I was leaning against it. Before I could say anything that deep, sexy voice floated to my ears once again...

Hello, Ms. Katzman, I'm Flynn from F&Z's PC Repair & Service. He said, with a slight upturned smile.

All I could think was; be still my heart. He had to be six-foot if not taller and long, long dirty blond hair, hair that I was dying to run my hands thru. I glanced past him and saw a Harley sitting out front and thought, no way. This totally blew my image of a computer tech out of the water. I took a step back, opening the door wider and motioned for him to come in. Yes, please, come in. I took another step back, opening the door even wider. Thank you for coming at such short notice.

He stepped pass me and to the side and as I closed the door his scent filled my nose and I nearly went weak in the knees. A combination of wood, leather and spice and I knew I would never ever forget it. This way, everything is in the other room. Can I get you anything to drink? I said as I led him to my work area.

No, thank you, Ms. Katzman. He said.

I stopped and turned towards him, grateful that he was a few feet away. Please, it's Caitlin or Cait. He nodded his acknowledgment and I continued to lead him to my office. Once there I stepped aside and said, Here it is. I really don't care about the laptop working again; I just need what's on the hard drive.

I left Flynn to work and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He had said he didn't want anything, but I decided to bring him a cup anyway, taking a guess I left it black. I set it down away from him so he didn't accidentally knock it over. He briefly looked up and said thank you and continued to work. I sat in a chair nearby in case he needed anything from me. I picked up a magazine if for nothing else but to keep my hands and eyes busy.

The breach of silence surprised me a little when he said, This coffee is awesome, and how’d you know I took it black?

I looked up from the magazine into a pair for clear blue eyes. Stunned for a few, I finally answered, Lucky guess, I suppose. Glad it’s to your liking? He leaned back in the chair for a while, I assumed to stretch his back from being hunched over for so long. Any luck on my laptop? I asked lowering my eyes back to the magazine.

I'm sorry but it's toast, but your hard drive should be fine. I need to go out to my bike and grab a data cable and I'll be able to get you fixed up. He said as he stood up.

He got up and walked away and I couldn't help but watch as he did. Before he reached the door I said, Just come back in, no need to knock.

He sat his coffee cup down at the door and acknowledged me with a wavy of his hand before stepping outside. He was back a minute later with a cable in his hand.

Thirty minutes later Flynn had things set up and had my laptop's hard drive connected to my desktop. I didn't even know that was possible. He asked if I still wanted everything copied over. Instead of doing so I only had him copy over what I needed. Once everything was done coping over he stood and asked if there was anything else he could do. I asked his advice on what laptop I should be looking at to replace my now dead one. He pulled up a website on my desktop after asking what I would be mainly using it for. He also said that if I wanted to I could get it thru him and only pay what he does. He said he would set it up and make sure everything was running correctly and then deliver it to me. I told him I would have to get back to him on that. He said that was fine and that he'd wait to hear from me.

He stood to leave after gathering his tools. As I stood up to show him to the door he said, You can keep your laptop hard drive connected that way for as long as you need. Don't worry about the cable; I have a lot of them back at the shop.

Thank you, Flynn, for everything. We walked to the front door silently. Stopping at the door I said, I’ll let you know on the laptop. Thank you again for coming right out, you have no idea how much it means to me.

With a no problem madam, he walked out the door and down to his Harley. He looked up once at me and waved before riding away.

Chapter 3

Caitlin

Sitting down at my desktop I left my hands fly, recording down what had swum around in my head since getting back from Jami's. And with seeing Flynn I knew I had to change some things about my novels hero.

It was dark out before I came up for air. Getting up and stretching, my eyes fell upon the cable connecting my laptop hard drive to my desktop and it dawned on me that Flynn hadn't given me any kind of bill for the work he had done.

I didn't like being in debt to anyone, I preferred to pay my bills right away. I picked up cell to call about the bill, but took notice of