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“Wildflower, I am always busy, but I couldn’t not come here and pop in to see my favorite girl,” he winks and my heart swells to double its size.Favorite girl.
“Don’t think your daddy will be too happy with your slacking,” I smirk, a giggle bubbling from me as Riggs stands and slowly closes the gap between us. My breath catches in the back of my throat, my lips parting.
“I don’t care about what my daddy thinks,” he rasps, his large hands wrapping around the arms of my chair, his lips hovering before mine. “Do you?” he asks, and I am rendered speechless. Just as his lips are about to cover mine, we hear the front door bang and Riggs jumps back, his hand now round the back of his head as he begins pacing the room.
“Riggs, you in here?” Austin shouts out as Riggs moves towards his voice, but before he disappears, he looks over his shoulder and winks.
“Yeah, I’m here,” he groans, his grumpiness back in full force and I giggle to myself as I swing back round to face my laptop and a blissful sigh slips from my lips. Unlocking my laptop, I go over where I stopped and picked up the pace with ease.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
RIGGS
Storming down the hallway of the Warren’s house and towards Austin, I slip my mask back on and go back to the grumpy asshole cowboy they all know and loathe. My lips twitch at the thought of her wide eyes, her innocence seeping out of her, her beautiful full lips pursed and ready for me and then Austin fucking ruined it.
“What?” I snap as I meet Austin in the doorway.
“Don’t ‘what’ me.” He huffs, turning and walking down the steps with a speed that contradicts his usually laid back manner.
I scoff, following him until we’re out front, our boots on the dusty gravel drive. Austin seems uncomfortable, his eyes wild as he struggles to focus on just one thing, one hand pressed to his hip, the other running through his dirty blond hair.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, worry bubbles deep inside of me but I don’t let him know that.
“Something is brewing,” he rushes out, his hand now dragging down the side of his face.
“What do you mean? With Clay?” my eyes bounce back and forth as I watch him. He is agitated.
He shakes his head from side to side.
“Pacey was in a meeting with Tripp and Marty at the town hall discussing the little issues we have been facing,” he pauses for a moment.
“Right?”
“The suits are back, they’ve already acquired Bluebeak Ranch,” he mutters, his eyes bloodshot and I can see the panic that looks back at me.
“The fuck!” I roar, pulling my hat from the top of my head and running my own hand through my curly hair.
“They’re going for The Oak,” he utters and I pale.
“What the fuck happened to solidarity between the ranches?”
“I have no idea man, but they’re moving in… it won’t be long,” he rambles and I feel my own anxiety begin to claw at my throat.
“It’s fine. I’ll ride down and talk to Tom, he won’t sell. He is having his hand forced and isn’t it funny that the first ranch that has rolled over to these assholes is Bluebeak?” I grunt, placing my hat back on my head and storming across the fields.
“Where are the guys now?” I turn round and call out as Austin stays back.
“On their way home I presume.”
I nod, turning forward and marching back to the ranch.
These suits can fuck off.
They won’t get these ranches.
They won’t get our land.
They won’t get anything from me.
