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“Home,” she whispers before clearing her throat.
Just like that, my strong, independent woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders squares her jaw, pushing away the raw emotions that just bubbled up.
Monty’s looking for a home? Perfect. I’ll give her everything she’s ever wanted.
FIVE
Monty
Wakingup at five is a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Or I assume it is. I wouldn’t know since I forgot to set my alarm and ended up sleeping in until almost nine. By the time I got up for the day, Griz was already out of the house.
I wasn’t sure where he was and I didn’t really want to go wandering around the farm looking for him. I was sure I would get lost or end up in one of the pens with some angry cows or chickens. I didn’t want to be a bother so I stayed in the house.
I looked around his place a bit before I finally found the cleaning supplies and decided to get to work. I just finished cleaning up the entire house, which took a little over two hours.
Putting the last of the supplies away in the closet, I close the door at the same time Griz walks in the back.
“Hey,” I greet, not looking him in the eye as he steps into the hallway. “Sorry about this morning. I didn’t know when you would be back, but I can make us something for lunch really quick.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, his tone warm and friendly. I was sure he was going to give me shit for sleeping in. “We’ll get a routine set soon enough. I’m going to take a shower. I need to run to town to pick up a few things, so we could grab food too if you want?”
“Do you have food here? I didn’t even think to check.”
“Uh,” he says, his face turning a slight shade of pink, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling at how cute he is.
“I’ll check,” I tell him. Griz smiles as he jogs upstairs to shower.
I head into the kitchen and open the fridge. It’s bare except for a few condiments, and I pull out my phone to start a grocery list.
I’m just finishing up when Griz comes back into the kitchen.
“No luck?” he asks.
“Not unless you’d like ketchup with a side of relish.”
“That does sound good, but I think I need something a little more filling.”
“I made a list,” I tell him, holding up my phone. He nods and holds his hand out for me to walk ahead of him.
Griz opens the door for me as I climb into his truck and I try to ignore the way it makes me feel precious and taken care of. He’s always such a gentleman. It’s hard for me to reconcile this guy with the guy I first met at the bar. Griz was so cocky then, winking at me and offering to give me a ride. It was easy to turn that guy down, but the sweet man sitting next to me in the truck is a lot harder to resist.
“We’ll go to the feed store first if that’s okay?”
“Sure.”
I sit back in my seat, watching the town go by as Griz drives. He’s singing along to the radio and I bite back a grin. He sounds terrible. He’s painfully off key, and when I peek a glance at him, he’s grinning at me.
“My mom always said that I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Crushed my dreams of being a famous singer,” he says with a sigh. I giggle.
“Did you really want to be a singer when you were little?”
“No, I wanted to be a firefighter for the longest time, but then I fell in love with riding horses.”
I nod, picturing a young Griz running around trying to put out imaginary flames.
“What about you?” he asks.
