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“I had no intention of doing anything of the sort,” Flynn panted into my ear.

“I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me, please.”

Tears crested my eyes, and I cried lightly into the crook of his neck, and when I felt him slowly slide out of me, our juices soaked up into the sheets underneath my body. He pulled me close to him, cradling me in his arms, and when he finally got my comforter up and over our bodies, my crying had already stopped.

“You don’t have to do anything but be the wonderful woman I fell in love with,” he whispered.

And my eyes fluttered shut as the warmth and protection of his body lulled me off to sleep.

Chapter 21: Chelsea

Flynn and I toasted a celebration to him being in Par

is for two months. It started off rocky, with me going into work and him not knowing what the fuck to do around the apartment, but ultimately it worked out for the better. I’d made reservations at a restaurant that wasn’t afraid to cook with grease and Flynn really enjoyed the steak they made there. He enjoyed it when the waiter came out with half of the cheese wheel and melted cheese right on top of the steak, and he was all about it. Turned out he liked French food.

“To two months in Paris!” I smiled.

“Here here!” Flynn exclaimed.

We clinked our wine glasses, but I didn’t drink, over the luscious food sitting in front of us, and then we began to devour it. Flynn had found an actual rodeo that took place just outside of the city, and he started riding again. He entered himself as a newbie into some of the competitions, but then one of the regular riders recognized him and put him straight into the professional circuit. He traveled a bit with them around the country, but mostly he stayed just outside of Paris. He rode when he could and, when the rodeo wasn’t in town, he was hired as a contractor to help train other riders and help with other people’s ranches.

He had found his niche, and it wasn’t too far off from what he was doing back in Oklahoma.

“Has Bradley called you lately?” I asked.

“Oh, yep. He called me a couple days ago. Says the calves are doing just fine and growing faster than he can keep up.”

“That’s good. That’s so good, Flynn.”

“I’m thinkin’ ‘bout takin’ a trip out there soon just to check up on things.”

“I think that would be a good idea. You could stay for a week or two and give Bradley a break.”

“I don’t know if I’d wanna stay that long…” he trailed off.

“Well, I’ll come with ya if it helps,” I smiled.

Flynn had put his ranch hand on full-time duty, and Bradley checked in every once in a while, to see how things were going. Flynn had traveled back once since he’d arrived in Paris and when he came back, I could tell he had missed me. We stayed up that entire night feeding each other food and making love to one another on my couch, and when I’d woken up that morning he wouldn’t even let me go take a damn shower!

So, I knew that me going with him would help him to actually go back and check on things.

“I think I’d like that,” Flynn smirked.

“I know,” I winked.

Flynn and I had also moved out of the heart of the city. It was a massive transition for me, but because Flynn was determined to learn how to drive and have a car of his own, transportation was no longer an issue. I still took the busses and trains into town, but he was now able to get around on his own. I knew he liked the freedom.,

I came home one day to see all our things packed in the one truck he found in all of Paris, and I had no fucking clue what was up to his sleeve. He just told me he had a surprise for me, and when I looked up at my apartment, I could see other people already moving into it.

I jumped into his truck, fuming at the idea that he’d subleased my apartment without telling me about it, but when we hit the outskirts of the city, and the hills began to roll, I felt sort of like I was at home. My eyes darted along the wineries and vineyards, and beautiful sprawling French mansions peppered the roads we were traveling down, and when we took a sharp right and hit a gravel driveway, all the memories from the past few years came barreling back to my mind.

College. Flynn. His encouragement throughout my college years. The summer horse camps I helped with. Flynn’s home. The horse accident. How he cared for me. The first time I told him I loved him. The way he looked at the airport as I was leaving.

It all came flooding back, but tears crested my eyes when the beautiful home that was sitting at the end of it came into view.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

“It still needs some work, but that’s sort of what I do,” Flynn smiled.

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