Page 55 of A Cowboy's Heart

Taking a deep breath, Willa nodded. “I will be. I never should have gotten involved with him, to begin with, Rock. Once we leave here, I’ll forget him.”

“I doubt that. I think you should stay here with him.”

“No. He would only break my heart, eventually.”

“Like it’s not breaking now.”

“Please let it go.” She looked up at the sky. “It’s so hard to believe it stormed earlier. It’s just a gorgeous night.”

“And you could have this for the rest of your life. No matter what you think, Devin loves you, and you love him. You should stay.”

“I’m not talking about it anymore. Let’s have fun tonight. We only have one more dance here after tonight.”

Rocky stared at her then nodded. He took her hand in his, and they entered the barn to hear the band tuning up. She could do this. She hoped.

Chapter Twelve

Devin saw her the minute she entered the barn with Rocky. They pulled out chairs from a table and sat down. She looked so good. He still wanted her, but he wasn’t about to go to her. The pain was enough for now he didn’t need to add to it. She didn’t want him, and every man had a point where he’d had enough, and Devin was there. He hadn’t seen her in two days, and he was sure his heart was being ripped in two. How the hell would he feel when she left? Taking a deep breath, he leaned against the barn wall and folded his arms then glanced over to see Jaxon standing beside him in the same pose.

“Doesn’t look like the rain bothered anyone,” Jaxon said.

“Yeah,” he muttered.

“So, what’s going on with you and Willa?”

“Not a damn thing anymore. It’s over.”

“Seriously? What happened?”

“She won’t stay here. I asked her, she said no.”

“I’m sorry, Dev.”

“I’m fine. I’ll get over it.”

Devin was thankful when Jaxon didn’t say anymore but didn’t leave his side. The band started playing, and people either moved to the floor or the buffet and bar. He wasn’t hungry. He hadn’t had much of an appetite since he’d told her to get out of his house. His eyes shifted around the room and landed on Willa and Rocky on the dance floor. They danced well together. They knew how to read each other, probablybecause they’d been together ten years. He smiled as he heard her laugh when Rocky spun her around. People were watching them or just watching Rocky.

“Hey,” a male voice said from beside him. He looked over to see his friend, Grayson Beckett.

“Gray. What are you doing here?”

“I was passing by and thought I’d stop in.” He looked around Devin. “Hey, Jax.”

“How you doing, Gray?” Jaxon asked him.

“Good. Heading home. I’m on my way home after dealing with a bad wreck. It’s been a long damn day.”

“It must have been if you’re just going home.”

“Yeah, it was a bad one. All of us had to work it.”

“Anyone hurt?” Devin asked.

“Luckily, no,” Gray said and glanced around. He looked toward the dance floor. “So, that’s Rocky Fontaine, huh?”

Devin laughed. “Yep. I’ll introduce you as soon as he gets off the dance floor.”

“Who’s the beauty dancing with him?”

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