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“No siblings. Just my parents and my grandmother.”
“Tell me about the man who broke your heart.”
“He was killed in a car accident. I worked in a bar in Denver and met Garrison there. We started dating immediately and fell in love, but he hated my job. He accused me of flirting with the men. I didn’t. I had to be nice to the customers.”
“That’s true. What happened?”
“He got furious one night when he saw me talking to another man. We argued, and he stormed out. He was driving too fast for the conditions, slid on ice, and hit a tree. He was killed instantly.”
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
“I’m not sure we would have stayed together. I’ve thought a lot about it; all we did was argue. I was on the verge of ending it.”
“And that makes you feel guilty, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“It wasn’t your fault, Siobhan.”
“I know, but it doesn’t make it easier.”
“How long ago?”
“Five years ago. I was twenty-four, and he was thirty. My grandmother told me to come to Clifton and start over. She thought I could find a good man here.” Siobhan stared at him.
“And have you?”
“I think so. I’m just not sure how he feels yet.”
Liam kissed her lips. “He’s crazy about you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I feel the same about him.”
“So glad you do.” He deepened the kiss and then lifted his lips.
“Tell me about Monica.”
He sighed, and she bit back a grin.
“We met three years ago at Dewey’s. She came onto me—”
Siobhan snorted. “Of course, she did.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Liam, women come onto you all the time. I tried, but you didn’t notice.”
“Come on. I did, but I told you I knew you weren’t the type for a one-night stand.”
“How would you know that?”
Liam shrugged. “Men know. Promiscuous women don’t hide it.”
“I see.”
“Anyway, we started dating. I told her about the ranch and what it meant to me. She told me she understood.” He shook his head. “She didn’t. It wasn’t long before we started arguing about it. I left her alone too often. I invited her to a cattle drive, but she said she didn’t want to go. She was probably afraid she’d break a nail.”
“I’m sorry.”
