Page 59 of A Cowboy's Heart

“I don’t know––”

“I do. Try one more time. What can it hurt? You sure as hell can’t hurt any worse than you do now.”

Devin stared at him. Was Jaxon right? Should he go after her and try to convince her to come back? He nodded.

“All right… I’ll go but if I come back without her, I’m kicking your ass.”

Jaxon snorted. “Yeah, right. Just go. I’ll take care of things around here. Bring her back to where she belongs.”

Devin finished with Picasso then strode from the barn to head home. Pulling his cellphone out as he entered his house, he called his uncle Declan to see when he could fly him out. After arranging to meet him at the jet in an hour, he cleaned up, and packed a small bag then walked down to his truck and climbed in. Was he really going to do this? Should he even do this? Yes. He’d beg her if he had to. Something he said he’d never do. Never say never. He needed Willa in his life. As he drove to meet his uncle, he decided to make a stop first.

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Willa sat in her townhome and stared at the TV not really seeing the baseball game. A knockon the door startled her. Sighing, she tossed the remote down and walked to the door. The last thing she wanted was company. All she’d done since coming home from Montana was sulk and she wanted to continue to do so. Whoever was at the door was going to get an earful. Yanking the door open, any words she was going to say left her when she saw the big grey dollhouse sitting on the stoop. A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared at it.

“I hope that’s the right one, darlin’. Minnie doesn’t have the best memory anymore.”

She looked up to see Devin standing against the wall beside her door with his arms folded across his broad chest. God, she missed him, and he looked so damn good.

“What—” She cleared her throat. “What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like? I brought you the dollhouse.”

“You came all the way to Hollywood to bring me this dollhouse?”

Pushing away from the wall, he stepped up behind the dollhouse. “And to ask you to come back to me.”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Will you carry it in for me?”

Devin stared at her for a few seconds then picked the dollhouse up and carried it inside for her. Clearing off her dining room table first for him, she watched as he set it there and she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“How did you get in the gate?” she asked him since a code was needed to open the gate.

“Rocky gave me the code.”

“Where were you during the day the last Saturday I was at the ranch?”

Devin frowned at her. “I was at my parents’ place for a picnic to welcome Roark and Priscilla home from their honeymoon. Why?”

“I spent the day at the pool praying you’d show up, since you did the other Saturdays I was there… but you didn’t.”

“Is that why you didn’t come to the dance?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like your dollhouse, darlin’?” he asked as he stepped closer to her.

“It had to be expensive, Devin.”

“I didn’t care what it cost.”

Smiling, she looked at him. “Because you don’t care about numbers.”

“What?”

“Numbers mean nothing to you.Anynumbers.” She threw her arms around his neck.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart, but I’m okay with it as long as you’re holding me.”

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