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West tasted the same. Spicy and masculine with a hint of wintergreen mint.
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When Indya Keller was in Montana, she was mine.
She rocked in rhythm with my strokes, exactly the way I liked. The way I’d taught her.
Those chains she kept around her heart had to be so heavy. Didn’t she get sick of carrying them all the damn time?
“Right back atcha. I doubt Curtis will ever admit it, but you’re doing incredible things here, Indya. We needed you.”
West had always given me butterflies.
“Woman.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw, covering a smile. “Sometimes I wonder if you were born to argue with me.” “I like arguing with you.” “I like it too.”
Mine. She was mine.
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.”
“That’s my girl.”
“You can cry, Indy.” “No, I can’t.” I shook my head. “Not out here. I feel like I could fill every empty space with how much it hurts. It’s too big. It feels too big.”
He brought me to a space that wasn’t so big. So I could cry.
Besides my father, West Haven was the best man I’d ever known.
“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.”
I loved him. I loved him enough to sacrifice a year and give up fifty million dollars.
“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.”
It was the home where we’d make our family. The home where we’d make memories. The home where Indya and I would turn old and gray together.
