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They have lives, families, careers, and I… I just have anger.
Before I knock on the door, throw myself into his arms, and tell him to talk me out of this.
A cowboy is someone who’s busted and bruised and gets back on. Who knows the risks, the danger, and does it anyway. Who dedicates their life to the horse, to the land.
As if to remind myself I haven’t made it all up. Us. Me and Fallon. She’s constant the thorn in my side and the woman I can’t stop thinking about.
Dakota got a note, and I didn’t.
Hahahahaaaa, I knew it was gonna blow away!!! Where is it?!
Charlie growls and dives for the platter. I watch in amusement as Charlie tries to hide the cookies, but seconds later, Duke comes thundering around the island. Blinded by the injustice, he latches on to Charlie’s leg and screams, “COOOOKIES!”
“Y’all ready for that?” The surrogate they hired at the end of winter is four months pregnant. We can’t fucking wait. Another Montgomery. Ruby’s answering smile and her bright eyes say it all. “Oh, yes,” she chirps, pulling her hands to her heart. Charlie grins. “Can’t damn wait.” Ruby looks like she’s going to explode from happiness. Charlie, too.
But it was Ruby who brought him back to us. Truth is, she saved all of us. Because if he was a goner, so were we.
“He has our girl.” Dakota’s voice is hard, her eyes misty. “He doesn’t care about her.”
😭😭😭
Horses can synchronize their heartbeats with humans. It’s not just theory; it’s fact. A bond, a grounding made from loyalty. Friendship. Love.
I hate the way my body bends to him more than it should.
My eyes narrow. “Did your wives put you up to this?” Davis clears his throat. “The wives have nothing to do with this.” Liar.
I can already feel her gravity pulling me in. My busted heart’s on a leash that’s still tied to Fallon McGraw.
“He made you a star, kid, but none of it matters if you don’t keep it.” “Stars go out.” “They got a thousand million years in their lifespan.” “Who made you an expert on the sky?” I toss back. “Fallon, I’ve lived under the sky my whole damn life. I know when things are getting ready to fall.”
“You did it, Fallon. You found your wild horses.”
He’s here. I’m here. The perfect match for combustion.
The first time I met Wyatt, I was starstruck. He was the fastest rider I ever saw. He was rodeo. Dust and grit. Everything a cowboy should be. When my father told me he had signed me up for lessons, I screamed into my pillow. Everything about it was a dream. My hero in the flesh. He’d make me a better rider. Later that night, Dakota pops her head into my bedroom. “Better pucker up,” she teases, pointing at the poster of him above my bed.
Stop 😭
“You want to blow off steam, you come find me.” I take a step forward and grip her jaw. “And me only.”
The second I get a lock on her, tunnel vision takes over.
My entire body is on a gravitational pull toward Fallon.
Behind us, chairs squeak on the hardwood floor. My brothers stand from the table to make their way toward us. Back up.
What happens if you get knocked off balance. If you lose your center? You find it again.
“I can’t leave her. I can’t fucking leave her—”
If she’s dead, put me out of my fucking misery.
Fucked. We’re all fucked without her.
“She is family,” I snarl and give the doctor a hard shove and a glare. “She’s my fucking wife.”
That the last year has been hell on Earth without her. That every part of me belongs to Fallon, and she doesn’t know it. That the absolute worst feeling in the world is loving a woman who can’t fucking stand you. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I knew I loved her. It was like the slow crash of a wave. The erosion of an iron mountain. It just happened.
Taking a deep breath, I turn on my heel and head straight for that place in my heart that’s always been my light. Fallon.
“You stayed on that bull for seven seconds.” Wyatt’s soft, soothing drawl rolls through me better than any pain pill. “Nobody could believe it. They couldn’t breathe. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. You were the wind. You rode the fucking sky.”
“I go first. I go fucking first, Trouble, and don’t you forget it.”
He doesn’t have to say a word. It’s always been this way. He guides me, and I just know.
The obvious is Weston, but did Tripp help?
After a second thought, I grab a pillow and a blanket and head back into the hallway. Where I sleep outside Fallon’s bedroom door.
“Kid, I’m tellin’ you once. That woman’s my wife, and if you say one more word about her, I will fail you so fucking fast you’ll go back to your shitty hometown and work at your local burger dive.”
It is enough. You’re alive. You’re here, and you’re mine. And if you ever go anywhere again, I’ll lose my ever-loving mind.
The sad, desperate truth of the matter is I missed her so much I’ll do anything to keep her in my orbit.
When Wyatt is close, everything stills. I feel like my body isn’t brittle and broken. I feel safe. I can actually fucking sleep without dreams. And being curled up beside a hard body is definitely a bonus.
“If you need something, someone, you call me
His words are a caress. Healing, heating, some hard spot inside of me. I don’t know if I can accept it. Not yet. Rage, rawness, still burns bright, but for a brief second, it helps.
The way he’s instantly flipped my world from bad to good needs to be studied. Only he can do that.
“I haven’t felt whole since you left.”
Wyatt barks orders, while the other brother stumbles around the ranch like he doesn’t know what he’s searching for.
bull. But it’s exercise; it’s working on her balance,
I grip her chin, force her to look at me. “Do you hear me? I would have been there.”
Well, Fallon’s about to learn exactly what I’ll do for her. Anything she fucking asks.
“Wyatt,” I whisper, that single word, his name, causing a wildfire to burn in my stomach. “This is a mistake…”
“Not a mistake.” He nips my throat, a sharp, branding claim. “No mistake about this. No mistake about our marriage.”
“Now shut up and let me eat.”
