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Collisions on crossroads. West and I were nothing but collisions on crossroads.
Kissing Indya was as natural as breathing. It should be. I’d been kissing her since I was a kid.
It was good. It had always been so fucking good. We were like kindling. All we needed was an ember, and we went up in flames.
I’d loved West Haven for what felt like my entire life. Even though I’d never said the words. Even though I’d never made him a promise. Even though I’d married another man. West was mine. Even though he wasn’t.
I loved her. I fucking loved that woman. I’d loved her my whole damn life.
“I want everyone to know you’re mine. Employees. Guests. Anyone who sets foot on this ranch. We were a secret for too long, baby. I’m not hiding this anymore.”
West Haven is a dream.
Fuck you, cancer. Fuck you.
“Will you still want me if I’m a crying girl?” I sniffled. West ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “My girl can cry whenever the fuck she wants.”
“I bought it for you. I came for you. I have loved you since I was eight years old.”
“Never again. I never want to see you walk away from me again.”
“I have loved you since I was ten. Since you left a paper airplane and flowers in my fort. I love you. I have always loved you.”
“We’ve always been real, Indy.” He leaned back, taking my face in his hands. “I’ll prove it to you tonight. And every night, for the rest of your life.”
“Okay, together. We’ll do it together. All you have to do is stay.”
So I stayed in Montana. For the rest of my life.
