“She needs a safe place to stay. Maybe a hug.” “A hug, huh?” My eyes drift to the open garage doors, then beyond them, to the ranch. Reese. Grady chuckles. “Just be nice to her. I think she needs it.” Before I know it, my boots are carrying me across the ranch. “Just say you’re sorry, you asshole,” I grumble to myself. “It ain’t hard. You’re a cowboy. Own it when you’re fucking wrong.”
