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“Do you ever regret it? Staying here with me?”
Blue eyes bright, Daisy shook her head. “Not for one minute. You’ve given me everything I could have ever asked for. A place to call home, two beautiful children, and most importantly, your unending love.”
“Hasn’t been easy, this life,” I argued.
“No,” she agreed. “But it’s ours. Hard days or easy ones, I’ll take ’em all if it means I get to share them with you.”
Dropping my forehead to hers, I squeezed my eyes shut. “Don’t know what I’d do without you, Daze.”
Her light laughter warmed my soul. “Then it’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out.”
I prayed she was right.
Chapter 20
Jett
Age 44
June
Thehousewasquiet.Eerily so.
Tripp had graduated a few weeks ago and promptly moved into the bunkhouse. With no plans for college, he was now on the ranch payroll.
Aspen was halfway through her degree in architecture but wouldn’t be returning home for the summer, nor had she the year before, because Bex refused to set foot in Rust Canyon ever again.
That whole situation was a hot mess.
To this day, no one could understand why Tucker Grant went from being a breath away from proposing to Bex to marrying another woman with no warning. And though she wasn’t personally involved, it had devastated Aspen. Her best friend’s pain became her own, and as a result, my daughter was avoiding this town in solidarity.
Daisy and I were officially empty nesters.
Twenty years of our lives had revolved around our children, and just like that, they were gone, our job of raising them complete.
What was left for us to do now?
Just as I began to ponder that, something soft hit me square in the face, making me jolt where I was seated on the couch.
“What the—”
A quick peek down had my eyebrows raising. Fingering the lace panties that had fallen into my lap, I lifted my gaze to find Daisy standing on the threshold, her wrist rotating as she swirled the whiskey in the glass she held.
“Care to explain, Mrs. Sullivan?” The underwear dangled from my fingers as I held it up.
Her lips twisted into a sexy smirk. “Had to do something to wipe the mopey look off your face.”
Lips pursed, I hummed. “Gonna take more than these.” I balled up the fabric and brought it to my nose. Her scent washed over me, and I groaned, my cock stirring to life automatically.
“Had a feeling that might be the case,” Daisy purred, sauntering closer with an exaggerated sway of her wide hips.
My fingers twitched, desperate to dig into those soft curves.
Her free hand came up to pop the top two buttons of her dress, and the swells of her breasts peeked through the gap with each ragged breath she took. So slowly that time stood still, she worked her way down the row of fastenings, baring more of her pale skin with each one.
Spreading my legs wide as I watched her little strip show, it became impossible not to rub the hard bulge pressing against my fly through the thick fabric of my jeans.
Even though I held her panties in my hand, I still sucked in a surprised inhale when her pussy was revealed. Already, I could see the slicknesscoating her inner thighs, and my mouth filled with saliva as the desperation to taste her grew overwhelming.
