“Hell, if you had some insurance, at least you’d at least be okay moneywise. A bad injury could knock you out of a run for a season if you can’t pay your bills.” She stiffens. That’s it. What gets her. Rodeo. The love of her fucking life. Her hazel eyes consider me. “For the insurance only?” “Insurance only.” We stare at each other. Finish our drinks at the same time and breathe out the sting. “Marry me,” I repeat. A pink flush stains Fallon’s cheeks. “Yes,” she whispers.
HELL YEA!!!!!!!! I’m obsessed!!
