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I reached for my door handle, but he beat me to it. “Rule number one. You ride in my truck; you let me open the door.”
“She carries the weight of my name. She’s a Griffith to you.” They nodded in agreement. I turned back to Jackson. “If you so much as look at her wrong and she wants you gone, you’re gone. Have I made myself clear?”
“I didn’t love him.” Cassandra sniffed back tears, but they just kept streaming down her face, streaking her makeup. “I just wanted to be loved.”
“All the shit that gets stirred up and clouds your mind. Eventually it’ll settle. You’ll be able to breathe easier.” He looked ahead. “Doesn’t make it better in the moment. Dust storms happen. It’s okay to close your eyes and stumble through.”
“I want to be the person that people go to when there’s a problem. I want to be the one who gets the calls in the middle of the night to fix something that’s going wrong. I want to be the one that holds everything together. I want to be irreplaceable.”
“Cassandra?” My breath caught at hearing him use my full name. “Yes?” “Get that goddamn ring out of my house.”
“Ah. So you don’t have the supernatural self-control I thought you did. Good to know you’re human.” His laugh turned into a kiss. “Kings, tyrants, and gods couldn’t resist you, darling. How could I?”
“It takes a strong cowboy to put up with a bull, and a strong woman to put up with a cowboy.”
“There are three things I know for certain,” he said as he stood and sifted his fingers through my hair. “The sun is gonna rise tomorrow. My girls love you. And you were meant to be ours.”
