A/N: Thanks for the kind reviews for the start of this new project! I am so thankful you took the time to give it a chance. Let's continue, shall we?

Leia stood in front of the mirror in her room, brushing her long hair out. She felt so stupid and childish in her plain white dress. It was Lilly Pulitzer, what all the rich Southern girls wore, but she suddenly hated it. She was in Texas and she wanted to look grown up. She rummaged through her drawers and closet and found an old pair of cut-off shorts and slipped them on with a white tank top that showed the tiniest bit of the skin of her stomach. She blushed at herself and threw on a short sleeved red button down over it, leaving the buttons undone. She had always been raised in modesty, a proper young Southern girl, but tonight she felt like raising a little bit of hell.

What was this new guy doing to her? She shook her head and grinned at herself, a half inch of stomach isn't really raising hell Leia.

She heard her mom calling for dinner and bolted downstairs a little bit too eagerly. She plopped down in her normal seat next to Luke, who was feeding their long haired chocolate lab Chewy, under the table. Her mom gave her change of clothes a slightly disapproving look but didn't have time to say anything when their father walked through the door.

He was a handsome man, tall with blonde hair and a boyish but chiseled face. He was wearing a suit and sat down at the head of the table with a contented sigh as their mom started bringing out the chicken and vegetables. Soon they were all sitting down together. There was an empty place setting next to Leia that she knew her mom had set for Han. They started to eat after a few minutes not wanting the food to get cold, but as Leia barely shoved a forkful of broccoli into her mouth, Han clambered through the front door. He wiped his hands on his pants and sat down next to Leia, immediately starting to eat.

"Sorry…the horses were in pretty damn bad shape, they are fine now…ma'am this is great," he continued between mouthfuls. He was eating like he hadn't eaten in a long while, and was oblivious to the stares he was getting from the entire Skywalker family. Annie cleared his throat.

"Son, I'm Anakin Skywalker, but you can just call me Annie…you must be the hired hand," he interrupted Han's eating spree. Han quickly wiped his mouth with the white linen napkin and stuck his hand out to shake his over the table.

"Sure, I've seen your campaign posters plastered all around the town," Han's voice seemed polite but clipped, like he had a certain disdain for politics. Their father nodded and released Han's hand, going back to his meal.

"We'd like to set you up in the guest house if you'd like. That way you can be around to help every day. We really need it," Mrs. Skywalker said gently to Han. She was always so welcoming like that. Leia was glad for the offer she extended him, and glad that she took after her mother in that small aspect. It didn't hurt that if he did accept, she would be practically living with the man.

"That would be great, I've been mostly living out of my car. Just take the money for the room from my paycheck," Han looked grateful and regarded her with a smile before clearing his plate. The rest of the dinner was mostly silent. Luke seemed to be sizing up Han, Leia focused on her plate and their parents fell into a soft, mild conversation about their days. Leia cleaned up and started the dishes, she hated that the beautiful but old house didn't have a dishwasher, so she regarded Han from the sink, watching him as he put his boot clad feet up on the table and stretched out his arms in a yawn.

Anakin looked at him with wide-eyes, "Leia, Luke can finish the dishes, why don't you show this young man to the guest house?"

Leia dried her hands and walked over to him, Han slowly stood up, "No need for flattery Mr. Skywalker, I'm not exactly a young man" he grinned and let Leia lead him outside.

The night was crisp and the stars were large and bright over their heads. Leia quickly descending the steps to the lawn, her bare feet making her seem light as air as she walked before Han. She was a few steps ahead of him as she led him behind the house to the large shed that had been converted into a small guest house. She unlocked it and let him in and he looked around.

"This will do," he smiled at her. He had taken a small backpack from his car and set it down. That seemed to be all he had. Leia lingered.

"How old are you?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"You are a nosy little thing aren't you?" he raised an eyebrow at her, "Twenty-nine, you? Let me guess, fifteen?"

She reddened and crossed her arms. Didn't he even look at her? "Eighteen," she said sassily back. He gave her one of those heart-stopping half smiles as he sat down on the cot bed and bounced up and down on it a few times.

"Anything else you want to ask me Miss Skywalker, or are you going to let me get some sleep?" his tone was playful, but he made her feel silly regardless. She wanted to know more about him, but she could sense he wasn't one for divulging.

"No, not tonight…and call me Leia, please. We aren't that snobby, I promise…" she told him and lingered a second before saying good night and wandering back up to the house, the damp grass feeling refreshing between her toes.

The next day, Leia woke up early and got dressed in a simple blue sundress. It hung just above her knees and she tied her hair into a quick ponytail. She liked the way it swished and felt against her back when she ran. And she loved to run.

She said good morning to her mom and noticed her dad was once again gone. She found Chewy lying near the front door, chewing up her brand new shoes. She chuckled, the adorable thing couldn't keep his mouth off of any shoe in the entire house. She called for him and he barked happily, "Let's go for a run Chewy," she opened the door and the big shaggy dog bounded down the porch steps and into the field happily, just waiting for her to catch up.

Leia ran after him, following the happy dog all the way down to the stables. She loved feeling the wind in her hair and the dirt and grass under her feet. He mom hated that she had taken to going barefoot everywhere here since they had moved, but she felt she needed the freedom. The high school she had gone to in Georgia was so stuffy and pretentious. Sometimes she just liked to do things like this instead.

Chewy started barking and ran into the stables. Leia stopped to catch her breath and in a few seconds Han came out of the stables, leading their white horse out gently. Chewy was jumping around Han's legs.

"He likes you," she smiled. He looked up at her and their eyes locked for a second. He was wearing his boots and the same jeans from yesterday, his hair was a little wet and he was wearing a pale blue shirt.

"Don't you have anything better to do than bug me?" Han teased. She just walked closer, careful to avoid the horse and bent down to pet Chewy instead.

"No, it's summer Solo, I have absolutely nothing better to do. Besides, you practically work for me. I could make it in your job description to keep me entertained," she smiled. He kept his eyes on her for a moment and then started brushing the horse down. He liked how her voice wasn't high pitched and obnoxious like some of the rodeo barbies he had had his fill of. No, it had a sexy lower edge to it. And she had a quick wit.

"I work for your parents. And I'd rather do a lot of other things than babysit you," his voice was a smile and she watched him move around the horse. The white giant neighed gently.

"It wouldn't be babysitting…"

"Oh yes it would sweetheart," he smirked. She seemed to innocent and small. Just barely 18 and she hadn't been through the life of shit he had. He had been on his own since he was ten. No parents that he remembered. No one. Just making his way through life and he had ended up in Austin a little over a year ago.

She huffed and walked closer, Han could see she was nervous around the horse. She hadn't been around them her whole life like he had. It was second nature to him.

"Your brother told me they were unnamed. I took the liberty of naming your horse Princess. I hope that's okay," he told her, patting the sweet white horse on the side.

"Why Princess?"

"Because you are one aren't you? Daddy's little girl? Seems to fit you," he tethered Princess up to the post and went back into the stables, bring his Falcon out slowly to brush her down as well.

"I don't quite get you Solo, what's your story?" she asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know. I don't tell stories, missy." He stopped the brushing and stared at her, shaking his head slightly to get some of the hair out of his eyes, "I'm starting to wonder if taking this job was a bad idea…"

"We gave you your own place and you have free reign of everything…" her voice became slightly angry, annoyed that he didn't want to be there.

"No, darling, I'm starting to wonder if this job was a bad idea because of you," he winked at her and threw Falcon's saddle onto her back.

A/N: Hmmm…sparks starting to fly already! What do you think?