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She couldn’t let that happen. She couldn’t let Isaac’s ranch turn intothat.
“I’ll buy it!” she blurted. She’d do what she’d always known was the right thing to do. She’d buy the ranch, and she’d give it to… “Isaac?”
At that very moment, Peach had just bumped into something hard and wide. Something fleshy and familiar. She looked up and saw him: her husband.
Isaac ignored Peach, looking at Meg in desperation.
“Please,” Isaac begged her. “Aunt Meg. Don’t sell the ranch to her. I’ll pay twice what she’s paying.”
“Wait,” said Meg, looking at Peach, and then back at Isaac. “How does she know you? She called you Isaac.”
“She,” said Isaac, with a deep breath, “is my wife.”
“Your wife?” Meg said, taking a step back. “So, what’s going on here? This was your Plan B? If I didn’t sell it to you, you’d get your wife to trick me into selling it to her instead?”
“No,” said Isaac, holding up his hands. “It’s not like that. We’re… we’re actually getting a divorce. In fact, it’s already in motion.”
Peach felt a stab in her heart. It’s not like she thought their relationship was headed anywhere other than this, but it hurt to hear Isaac talking about it so coldly. As if she wasn’t here.
Meg waggled her finger first at Isaac, then at Peach. “And this is your Plan C, I presume? If all else fails, tell me you’re getting a divorce? Try to get me to take pity on you, so I’ll sell it to you, after all?”
“No,” said Isaac, “it’s not like that.”
“Well, neither of you is buying it,” said Meg. “I can tell you that much for certain. Now, get off my land or I’ll call the cops.”
Isaac looked at Peach with fury in his eyes, then he turned and marched off the land.
Peach had no choice but to follow him.
Chapter Nineteen
ISAAC
Hewasmeanttobe in Spain with her right now. Drinking sangria, listening to flamenco music, preparing for the luxury cruise of a lifetime.
Instead, she was following him down a single-track road in the middle of nowhere, as he drove away from the family home he’d never see again.
Plus, he was divorcing her.
The only woman he’d ever felt truly close to. The woman he’d let call him Daddy. The woman who made his brain melt and his cock hard.
He had to. Because she didn’t love him. In fact, she hated him.
And why shouldn’t she?
She thought he was greedy. Uncharitable. Cruel to animals.
And even if none of that was entirely true, it hadn’t come out of nowhere. She had a point.
He stole a look in the rearview mirror, unable to believe how gorgeous she’d looked in those mint-green overalls. He wished he could stop the car. Talk things through with her. Apologize for being cruel. Swear to her that he wasn’t the bad guy she thought he was. That he—
Fuck!
He must have kept his eyes off the road ahead for too long because something large and brown appeared in front of him out of nowhere. An animal.
He slammed on the brakes as hard as he could.
Please don’t hit it.
