Page 7 of Wildest Forever

“I ride the cowboy?” her cheeks dust pink at the words that leave her lips and I shake my head, laughing as my fingers tap against the whiskey glass.

“You belong to me, you becomemine,Sunflower... is that what you want?”

and her grin widens.

“To be the Sheriff’s girl?” she steps back, scoping me out as she looks me up and down.

My jeans dirty, tee a little grubby and my long hair swept off my face, messy and knotty after being tucked under my hat for most of the day.

“Yeah?” I tease her, knowing full well my heart isn't capable of loving another again.

The first girl wrecked me.

I'm not sure I have it in me to fall again.

“I've had worse offers,” she winks at me before she lifts the hat from her head and places it on mine, “but not today cowboy, not ready to be wifed up yet,” she blows me a kiss before turning her back on me and walking away, her hips swaying and I find myself staring at her peachy ass as she does.

“Fuck,” I groan, rubbing my palm across my thigh and turn to look at the guys.

“Got a little crush, Pacey?” Riggs teases, a rumble of a laugh passing his lips as he drains his glass and I flip him off.

“Like fuck,” I grunt, finishing my whiskey then stepping off the stool.“I'm off,” I nod as I begin to walk away, and I hear the sound of footsteps closing in behind me.

“You good?” Tripp’s voice wraps around me as I tug on the door, walking into the warm air before I turn and look at him.

“I will be,” I smile, nodding my head before I step towards the truck. I needed my bed.

Tomorrow was a new day.

Drivingthe truck down the long and winding driveway of Cottonwheel Ranch, Blossom Cove, my heart drums in my chest. Mr Wheeler contacted me a couple of weeks ago requesting a meeting to try and stop the suits from pursuing the sale of their land, but it's not looking good.

I tried to get Tripp and Riggs to join me, but Mr Wheeler denied their help.

Apparently, he only wanted me which then makes me unsettled. Glancing out the window at the rolling green fields, I can see the tipped mountains in the distance that sit on our land.

We're close, but a town along.

After the warning explosion in our derelict mine, things started moving pretty fast.

I have arranged for a team to go into the mines and see if they can find the diamond that is apparently buried down there—the one my grandfather found and hid for safe keeping—only problem was, he hid it so well no one has found it.

It's not the land that they want.

It's what lays under the land.

What runs under our home.

Buying the rest of the land around us just makes sense, it won't be long, and our picturesque town will be filled with new homes and shopping centres making it a bigger tourist attraction than what it already was.

We were okay though, we were tucked away and didn't seem to draw any attention until Clay and his family made themselves known and that's when everything began to crumble down around us.

Pushing the truck into park, I inhale heavily then reach for my hat and place it on my head before I slip out and make my way up to their house.

A small panelled farmhouse tucked between maple trees. The step creaks beneath my boot and my brows furrow. Stepping forward, I lift my hand to knock but I don't get a chance to when I see an older man with graying thick hair and large, round glasses smiling at me.

“Pacey?” and I give him a firm nod just as he pushes his large hand out towards me, I clap it into his palm, and he gives me a firm handshake.

“Mr Wheeler?” I smile and he steps back, inviting me into his home. Crossing the threshold, I hold my breath for a second. No idea why.

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