"Better safe than sorry," she muttered as she climbed into the backseat. I buckled in, and Rhett made no comment on the whole ordeal.
I looked at him, and whatever he saw there had him noddin'.
He drove ten over the whole way home.
CHAPTERFORTY-EIGHT
"Stop staring."
"Stop lookin' so skittish."
I cut a glare at Sassy that begged her—after three damn hours sitting here doing nothing—to get the fuck outta my house.
Brody'shouse.
Never was mine. Never would be.
"Fine, I'm going," she said, standing from one of the four stools sitting at the now-complete kitchen island. Thing felt big enough for a baseball team.
Or a family.
"But I swear on Colleen's apple pie, if you so much as drive out of Meagher County, I will hunt you down."
"Thought you wanted me to go to the hospital."
"Idon't want you to go to the hospital.Brodywants you to go to the hospital. Remember him? The dumbass who fell off his horse then you cried all over?"
He didn't just fall off his horse.
And I didn't need a reminder.
Truth was, Brody Lancaster was better off without me.
Better off with someone like Sassy.
Maybe not her, specifically, on account of her and Rhett still dancin' circles around each other.
But someone like her.
Someone happy and uncomplicated.
Someone who didn't have an ex-somethingwilling to spook a horse in a chute box to get at the man she loved.
Fuck, but I loved him.
Never really knew what that felt like, but that had to be it.
Had to be the reason I'd hurdled a fence, sprinted, sobbed into his shirt when I thought the very worst had happened.
But when he opened those grassy-green eyes and started talkin' nonsense?
Reality slammed right back into me. It wasmyfault he was lyin' there, broken and concussed.
Because ofme.
And there was no way on God's green earth I'd be the cause of his hurt ever again.
"I'm not going anywhere, Sass."
