“I’m gonna be late,” he murmured after a while, wrecked and smiling.
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Worth it.”
He huffed a breathy laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, it was.”
“Everything’s changed,” I murmured. “I don’t know what will happen next, but I can’t imagine you not being in my life.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll find a way to fix everything.”
“Okay.”
I’m falling for you, cowboy.I couldn’t say the words out loud.
He eased me so he could see my face, and he kissed me hard. He didn’t say anything back, and there was a suddensadness between us. We’d connected in bed, we’d connected over the emotions of everything, but the ranch…
What now?
Lucas: You there?
Dalton: What’s up, cow-whisperer
Lucas: I have feelings for Jesse
Dalton: I know
Lucas: You don’t know
Dalton: You literally just typed it. Also, I’ve known for weeks
Lucas: I want to tell him
Dalton: Then tell him
Lucas: I’m not here much longer. I’m selling the land. What kind of relationship is that?
Dalton: One where you stop thinking you need to make rules before anything’s even happened
Lucas: Be serious
Dalton: I am. You like him. I assume he likes you. So, say it.
Lucas: It’s not going anywhere when I leave
Dalton: Then don’t leave
Lucas: The charity needs the money from the sale
Dalton: Then sell some of it
Lucas: It’s not that simple
I wished it were that simple, but buyers weren’t interested in small parcels, according to Lowstat-Meyer, it was all or nothing for the buyer they had on the hook.
Dalton: It never is. Doesn’t mean you blow up your love life to keep it simple
Lucas: I’m not blowing up my love life. There is no love life
