Page 49 of Cowboy's Healing Heart

The overwhelming thought of losing him weighs heavily on my heart, stirring an ache deep within. I hold him tighter because we don't have much longer.

This gnaws at me, heightening the urgency of every shared smile and moment I can steal with him.

As I pull away, breathless, the reality of my fear hits harder. I silently pray for more time, wishing I could bottle this feeling, this connection, so I could carry it with me long after I leave—the touch of his hand, the warmth of his embrace, and the power of our kisses.

"Thank you for sharing that with me," I murmur.

He pulls back, cupping my face in his hands. "Thank you for listening."

We continue our walk, the mood lighter now. I find myself opening up, too, telling him about Ashanti's first steps and her first words. The pride in my voice surprises me.

"She's lucky to have you," Shane says.

I shrug, uncomfortable with the praise. "I do my best. It's not always easy, being on our own."

He nods, his expression thoughtful. "I can't imagine. But from what I've seen, you're a great mom."

We reach the end of the alley and turn back. As we walk, Shane's phone buzzes. He glances at it, his jaw tightening for a moment before he shoves it back into his pocket.

"Everything okay?" I ask.

He nods, but there's a tension in his shoulders that wasn't there before. "Just information for my next gig. Nothing important."

"So, you've decided?"

Shane's jaw clenches as he mutters, "More like it was decided for me." His tone is barely audible, but I catch it. He quickens his pace, almost dragging me along. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Back at the hotel, Shane surprises me with a dress. As I open the closet door, it catches my eye immediately—a deep blue gown that seems to shimmer like the night sky, draped elegantly on the padded hanger.

"Shane, what is this?" I ask, running my hand over the silky fabric.

He grins, looking pleased with himself. "I thought we could go out somewhere nice for dinner. Our last night here and all."

I eye the dress, then Shane. "This is too much. I can't accept this."

"Please," he says, his voice soft. "I want to do something special for you."

I hesitate, torn between my pride and the earnest look in his eyes. Finally, I nod. "Alright. But just for tonight."

The fabric has a luxurious sheen, flowing silk that glides like water when I reach out to touch it.

I run my fingers along the hem, feeling the delicate stitching that adds an exquisite touch—meticulous embellishments that twinkle like stars against the rich backdrop of the fabric.

The neckline is a tasteful yet daring plunge, suggesting elegance without being overly revealing, while intricate lace trim traces the edges, adding a hint of vintage charm to the modern silhouette.

The waist is beautifully tailored and cinched to accentuate curves and create a flattering hourglass shape that I can only dream of having.

The bodice is adorned with subtle beading that catches the light in a mesmerizing way, making it appear almost ethereal. I can't imagine how it would feel to wear it, slipping into something so refined that it practically whispers luxury.

I stand, awe-struck and breathless, as I take in what Shane has chosen for me. It screams elegance and luxury, not boots and denim. Well beyond my usual fare or even what I'd consider spending on myself.

So many emotions swirling within me: gratitude for Shane's generosity, awe at the level of his thoughtfulness, and an unease that comes with knowing I'm not the kind of woman who gets dressed up. But tonight, I'll do it for him.

"Let's get ready. We have reservations at eight."

"Okay."

It takes a little hop and wiggle to get into it, but the dress fits perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. When I step out of the bathroom, Shane's eyes widen.

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