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“I’m sorry for calling you a bitch,” he whispered.
I looked back at him, regret painting his handsome features. My head tilted, wondering why he was thinking about this right now.
“I saw you crying that day. After you left, in that rental car. I watched you through my security system that night,” he revealed, pushing my hair back, his gray eyes scanning my face. “Should’ve hunted you down and apologized.” The last part was barely a whisper, meant to stay between us and not to linger in the walls.
“I forgive you.”
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I am a selfish bastard, so I’m taking it anyways,” he growled, wrapping his large hand around the back of my head and pulling me down for kiss.
My lips danced with his slowly and the rest of the world faded away. The past didn’t matter, and the future was ours.
Until it wasn’t.
“Dracoissostupid,”Caleb complained as we sat on the porch together. It was midafternoon, the summer sun giving us a taste of what’s to come as it shined down on Hallow Ranch. It was nearly ninety degrees out.
I looked up from my laptop to focus on the dark-haired boy in front of me as I raised a brow. “Hey! Don’t talk about Draco like that!”
He gaped at me. “He’s the bad guy!”
I lifted my shoulder. “You’ll see, but don’t talk about my childhood fictional crush like that,” I blurted. Caleb’s mouth dropped to the ground.
“Draco! Are you serious?”
I nodded and took a sip of my iced coffee. “I had a crush on Batman, too.”
He stared at me and then mumbled something about girls being weird as he hopped down from the swing. “I’m going to see if the guys are back.” A giggle escaped me as I replied, “Okay, sweetheart. Be safe and drink water. It’s hot out today!”
Currently, I was looking up land preservation laws to see if there was a way for Denver to ensure no one could ever build or buy his land from him. However, I was at a dead end.
Mr. Grayson, the bounty hunter who Denver hired said he would be in St. Louis by Friday. That’s where the next stop on the PBR tour was taking place. There was nothing nice or light about Joseph Grayson. The man could eat you alive if he wanted to. Curiosity got the best of me, and I looked up Mason Langston. Denver hadn’t lied; Mason was the best. Those eight seconds were nothing for him. He would get on the back of the biggest beast there was and hop off it with a charming smile on his handsome face.
His mother’s smile.
Part of me wondered if, when Mason closed his eyes that night, if he saw the horrors Denver heard. There was a line crossed last night. Denver shared something painful with me, trusted me with it. Last night, I shared my body with him, gave into him, and he gave into me. Both of us had been through so much, somehow, in the middle of our trials, we found each other.
It felt like fate.
A smile formed on my lips at the thought of my dark cowboy kissing me until I was breathless this morning before he left, how my stomach flipped, my heart fluttered. The sound of tires crunching gravel pulled my eyes away from the screen.
The butterflies swarming in my stomach died quickly at the sight in front of me.
A black SUV was pulling up the drive. I looked to the barn and field to see if there were any cowboys lurking about, and when I found none, I pulled out my phone and shot a text to Denver. I didn’t know if he would get it or not. The SUV came to stop at the back of the Denver’s truck. I stood slowly, setting my laptop aside. I knew who was in the back seat of that vehicle.
It was Moonie.
The driver came around and opened the door, laughter spilling from the other inside of the cab. Tim Moonie stepped out, wearing his signature navy tailored suit, despite the heat. There was a sinister smile on his face as he stared up at me from behind his shades. “Ms. Cross, how lovely it is to see you again. Though, this is the last place I expected to see you,” he drawled.
I stood on the top brick step of the porch and crossed my arms. “He isn’t going to sell to you,” I called, keeping my voice level. Thank goodness Caleb went down to the barn.
He clicked his tongue. “Let me ask you this, Valerie. Did you start taking his cock while on my payroll? Because if so, I wouldn’t have fired you. Never knew a woman like you would…use her talents in that way.”
I sneered, “You’re a sick son of a bitch, Tim.”
He smiled again. “What happened to calling me Mr. Moonie? I rather enjoyed that.”
“Get the fuck off this property,” I spat, dropping my arms.
The air around us shifted, and Tim Moonie’s cold, dead blue eyes were revealed to me as he pulled his shades off. That sinister smile returned. “Talk to me like that again, Valerie. I dare you.”
