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I chew on that for a moment. “She should know how we feel.”
”Did you tell her? When she was here, did you tell her you love her or did you just hope she woke up and decided to stay?”
His words hit me hard. Did we ever truly make her feel wanted, or did we just assume she’d figure it out?
“We’ve never done half the things we did with her. You know, women have just been a way for us to blow off steam. Emma was different. She is different.”
“Wyatt. She knew you for two weeks. The girl ain’t a mind reader. If you two nimrods didn’t tell her all these things, then how would she know? Now she’s gone and you’re just deciding to tell her your feelings? Show her.”
I stand there, the weight of his words settling in. Emma isn’t a mind reader. We never outright told her how much she means to us. Maybe Marshall’s right. What do we have to lose? Sitting around moping isn’t going to change anything and the only thing being pissed has gotten me is a clean pig pen. We can’t just expect her to understand the depth of our feelings through a few text messages or calls. She needs to see it, feel it, and experience it firsthand.
“You’re right. Damn it, you’re right.”
I drop the wheelbarrow and head out, determination burning in my gut. I find Weston in the kitchen, nursing a coffee and looking just as miserable as I feel.
“Weston,” I say, and he looks up. “We’re going to get her. We’re not waiting around anymore.”
He stands, eyes lighting up with the fire I’ve been missing. “Hell yeah. I should have thought of that. What’s the plan?”
“We’re gonna drag her ass back here, kicking and screaming if we have to,” I say, a grin tugging at my lips for the first time in days. “She’s ours, and we’re not letting her go without a fight.”
He claps me on the shoulder, and for the first time since she left, I feel like we have a purpose again. We’re going to get Emma back, no matter what it takes.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
All of this feels wrong. I don’t belong here anymore. This isn’t my life. I can feel it in my soul that this isn’t the place for me.
It’s been two weeks since I left Wild Thorn Ranch. Two weeks of my mind being plagued by thoughts of them. Every moment spent with them playing on repeat in my mind like an endless loop.
I love them so much it hurts. Every day I’m away from them, I feel my heart breaking more and more.
“Miss Emma.” Edwin, our butler, comes to stand next to me. I’m sitting by our indoor pool, watching as my friends Millie and Poppy swim.
I’m in my suit but I’m not really in the mood. Honestly, I don’t even want them here, but they showed up unannounced as they always do.
“Yes?” I ask, giving him a friendly smile.
“Would you like more wine?”
Looking at my glass, I see that it’s empty. I don’t even remember drinking it, too lost in my own thoughts to notice.
“Yes please.” I hold up my glass, letting him fill it with the sweet red liquid.
When he’s gone, I sigh, looking out at my friends laughing and chatting.
“Emma, come join us!” Millie calls out.
“Yeah, Em, you're being a downer. You’ve been, like, super depressed since you’ve gotten back.” Poppy cocks a brow, crossing her arms. The movement pushes her breasts up, her barely there bikini top hanging on for dear life.
Why am I even friends with these girls? I can’t stand them. All they care about is marrying the wealthiest men, going shopping and taking vacations. Not to mention they are the worst gossips around.
Sadly, my life used to be that. Well, not the men part, that I’ve never really been too fond of. Also, the fact I didn’t have a say in who I married.
I wish I fought harder when my father told me how I’d be marrying Greg. I should have told him that I didn’t want to marry for money, but for love.
Knowing my dad, he would have laughed, told me he knows what's best, and dismissed me.
“Sorry?” I’m growing more annoyed by the minute. “I mean, I did just find out that my husband has been cheating on me for god knows how long. Sorry, I didn’t come back all rainbows and sunshine.”
