Page 118 of Wildest Forever

Wholly.

But in doing that, I pushed her away.

If I could go back to that night I would, I would re write it all and drag Riggs there myself.

I know when I was asked a while back if I would do it again, I said yes.

Ask me again and the answer would be the same, but I would do everything differently.

I would have fought for Riggs.

Because it was always him and Aspen.

It'll always be him and her.

And that truth finally settles deep inside of me.

She was never meant to be mine.

But the pretty blonde cowgirl who is waiting at home, wearing my ring and my last name with pride... that's the girl who has my heart.

Morgan Rivera.

Never thought I would see the day that I would move on from Aspen, but here we are.

Slowing the truck, I gaze across the wild flowered fields and that's when I see her.

The wind dancing in her hair, flecks of gold reflecting from the sun. Her cowboy hat slightly tilted back, seated in the saddle as she rides her horse down the paddock and towards the house.

Time moves in slow motion, if only for a minute and I find myself watching her in awe.

She looks so beautiful.

The car rolls to a halt and I hadn't even realized I had stopped. Full blown stopped in the middle of the winding drive.

It's not long before she pulls her horse to a halt, turning to face me and I have no idea why, but I find myself blushing.

Full on blushing at being caught by her.

She trots towards me, and I slip down the window of the truck, arm hanging out, a boyish grin on my face.

“Well hello wife,” she crinkles her nose at me, her lips fighting the smile.

“Hey,” she turns her horse slightly and I let my eyes sweep over her.

“You finishing up?”

She sighs, looking over her shoulder before she is back focused on me.

Her shirt is cream, two buttons undone and I tease a gaze at what is underneath, but she gives nothing away. The front of the loose shirt is tucked into the waist band of her high waisted jeans and my eyes continue until they land on her tanned boots.

Fuck.

What I would do to see her in just those fucking boots and her matching cowboy hat.

Long golden hair cascading down her back, and I am hard just fantasizing about it.

“I still have some small things to do, Dusty had to leave early, something happened at the school with his daughter so...”

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