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“I think I’ve died.” She laughs. “Fuck, that was amazing.”
“You're amazing.” I chuckle, kissing her shoulder.
We lay like that for what feels like forever, just being in each other's hold. My fingers trail up and down her back lazily and she hums contently.
“I’m taking the day off,” I tell her. “Let’s go get a shower and we can go down to the diner to grab some breakfast.”
“I’d like that.”
I carry her into the bathroom and sit her down on the bench in the shower. She lets me wash her, smiling and laughing but enjoying every moment of it.
Hands wander and we end up fucking in the shower before we actually get out.
Once she’s dressed and I throw on my clothes from yesterday, we stop off at the main house so I can grab some fresh clothes and then head down to the diner.
Emma is extra cuddly today and I love it. My hands have been on her at all times during the ride and as we wait for our food, she's cuddled up to my side. I kiss the top of her head and we talk about random little things while we wait.
When our food is done, we grab it to go. Emma asks if I know any other pretty spots we could stop at and eat. I know a few and plan on taking her to this stunning meadow filled with wildflowers.
As we step outside into the parking lot, that's when we run into him.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Emma hisses.
My body tenses and I pull Emma closer to my side.
“Well, what do we have here?” Greg snorts in disgust. “Emma, baby, seriously? You're going to leave me for what? A lowly ranch hand?”
“Fuck off, Greg,” Emma shoots back. “What are you still doing here anyway? Just go home.”
“I’d fucking love to,” he growls. “But I’m not going home without my wife. It was one mistake, Emma. We can get through it. It’s been hell without you.”
“I’m sure it has, for you. I’m having a great time. The ranch is everything I thought it would be and more.”
“Yeah, because you're fucking the ranch hands,” he scoffs. “Are you really that pathetic, Emma, that you would go so low to get back at me?”
“I’m getting back at you, Greg? Get over yourself. I don’t care about you or what you do anymore. We’re over. Done. The divorce papers will be on your desk when you get home.”
“You little bitch.” The bastard has the nerve to take a step toward her. I carefully push Emma behind me and get in the fuckers face.
“I’d think very carefully about your next fucking move, buddy,” I growl.
He looks up at me and tries to be bold but I see fear in his eyes. I’m a hell of a lot bigger than him and I can do some damage. God, I wish I could kick his slimy ass right now but I don’t want to cause any issues for Emma.
“Nothing to say?” I ask. “Good. Now, fuck off.”
Grabbing Emma’s hand, I bring her back to my side, the one away from Greg. I make sure to body check him on our way past, making him stumble a little bit.
“I hate him,” Emma says with frustrated tears. “I hate him so much.”
“I know, baby. But you won’t have to worry about him much longer.” I kiss the back of her hand. “We got you, baby.”
She puts her head on my shoulder as we drive to the meadow in silence. Thankfully, that asshole didn’t ruin the rest of our day, and our breakfast date goes well. But I can’t help thinking about what else this guy plans on doing to make Emma’s life hell. And is there anything Wyatt and I can do to help? Because at this point, I think it’s safe to say we’re ready to do whatever it takes to be with her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The moment my phone buzzes with a text from Weston, I feel my heart sink. I pull it out and read the message, the words hitting me like a punch to the gut.
Weston: Ran into Emma’s ex in town.
