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Love for his father.
The doctor sighed and looked at me. “When I saw you downstairs, I understood. Didn’t understand it at first, not after everything that Denver went through with Cathy, but I understand it now.”
A lock of my hair came out of my braid, and I tucked it behind my ear. “What are you saying, doctor?”
Dr. Martin smiled again, giving me a glimpse of his youth. “There will be no payment plan, Ms. Cross.”
My stomach flipped and my knees buckled. Thank God, I was leaning against the wall. “What do you mean?”
I already knew the answer.
“The Hallow Ranch account will be covering your mother’s medical bills for the foreseeable future.”
Denver’s gray eyes were on my face as he shook his head. “It’s done.”
It was too much.
It was everything.
I couldn’t let him do this. It was way too much for me to accept.
Turning on my heel, I crossed the bedroom to where my purse sat on the corner chair. As I got my wallet out to write a check, I turned to face him. “How much was today’s—”
My back was against the wall and his hand was around my throat. With a growl, he yanked my wallet out of my hands and tossed it on the bed. His scent and smoke surrounded me. He looked down at my face, his eyes flaring with rage, and pointed at my wallet. His jaw tightened as his nostrils flared.
“Youeverpull that shit again, Valerie Cross—”
“It’s too much,” I blurted.
His hand slowly dropped away from my face, and he blinked. My cowboy looked away from me, giving me his handsome profile again. Memories of that night in the woods came flooding in and heat rose in my cheeks.
Then I remembered he was still in a towel.
I put my hands on his chest, the hairs underneath my palms sending a shiver down my spine. Denver was allman,and he was allmine, but what he was doing was still too much.
“If I were a businessman, and we were in a skyrise that overlooked some fucking city, would you still say it was too much?” he asked, his voice low.
“What? What are you—”
“Valerie, just because I drive a shitbox for a truck and don’t wear suits doesn’t mean I don’t have money.” His fingers flexed against my throat. Again, he wasn’t choking me. He was just holding me in place.
I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant, Denver.”
He tilted his head, studying me. “I don’t flash my wealth around, baby. I never had the desire too, but if you want something, it’s yours. If you want a flashy car, it’s yours. If you want fancy clothes, take my card and go shopping. If you want luxury, you’ll have it. I don’t need much. Never have. I’m a simple man, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t empty my bank account in a fucking heartbeat to make sure you were taken care of.”
This man. This cowboy.
“What are you—Ah!”
My dark cowboy lifted me into his arms, pinning me against the wall with his big body. His hands were under me, holding me up by my ass as my legs wrapped around him. “You feel this?” he clipped, shoving my nightie up.
He was all I felt. Everywhere. All the time. For weeks, he was all I felt, and I wanted to forever.
“Denver, you don’t understand…” I trailed off as one of his hands moved to my underwear.
“No,” he grunted, giving the fabric a forceful tug. When my shredded panties were on the floor and his towel was in a heap by his feet, he spoke again. “You don’t understand, and that’s on me. So, I’m going to explain it to you in way tyou will understand.” With that, he entered me with a powerful thrust that had my head snapping back. The hand that yanked my panties off snapped up to my mouth, covering it to muffle the cry that escaped me.
I was still so sore from last night’s lovemaking, but he didn’t care. He thrust into me again with a growl. “You feel it now?”
