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“Staying,” I correct him when Emma gives him a weird look. “But noon is fine.” I look at Wyatt and nod my head toward the door.
“If you need anything. Anything at all, just call us.” Wyatt bends over and jots down our cell numbers on the notepad on the coffee table.
“Okay. Thanks.” She smiles. I don’t wanna leave just yet but she has a lot to deal with.
We leave Red in the cabin and head back toward the main house.
“You know what, brother, I think this might be the best season yet.” Wyatt grins.
“We’re so fucked.” I laugh. Something about this girl has both me and my brother out of sorts. And we just met her less than a half hour ago.
Have you ever heard of the saying ‘if you know, you know’? I think we might know something alright.
“Oh yeah.” He laughs, shooting me a shit-eating grin. “So fucked.”
CHAPTER THREE
Iopen my suitcase and start unpacking my clothes and toiletries. My fingers run over the fabric of a summer dress, but my mind is elsewhere. Wyatt and Weston, with their rugged charm and ball caps. Holy sexy cowboys. Why couldn’t I have married a man like that instead of Greg?
Greg’s company was tolerable to me when we were younger. It was definitely more comfortable than love. But as we got older, his demeanor grew more inflated, behaving as if he were superior to everyone else. Then he started pressuring me for sex, even though I never felt a spark of attraction toward him. I relented, and it was the worst I’ve ever had. Not that I have a lot to compare to, but even the few boys I hooked up with in high school were more skilled than him. And now I’m twenty-four and shackled to him by marriage.
Dad was insistent on the marriage, emphasizing the deep-rooted friendship between our family and Greg’s. But Greg is lazy and boring, and I know he’s only with me for the money and status I can bring him. But now, I can kick his ass to the curb and be a free woman. Excitement fills me as I eagerly snatch my phone, a wide smile forming on my face, knowing that this will be the start of my life.
I call my lawyer. “Hi, Lisa, it’s Emma. Greg is a cheating fuckhead and I want you to draw up the divorce papers ASAP.”
“Of course, Emma. Are you sure?” She hesitates a moment.
“More than sure about anything in my whole damn life.”
“Okay, then. I’ll get started on it right away.”
I feel a surge of relief coursing through me as I hang up the phone. This is the right decision. I draw a bath and sink into the warm water, letting the tension of the past few years melt away. As I close my eyes, images of Wyatt and Weston flood my mind. When I finally open my eyes, I realize I’ve been submerged for too long. I quickly sit up, shaking off the drowsiness. The water is starting to cool, and I feel a sudden chill as I step out of the tub. I dry myself off with a fluffy towel, the warmth of the bath now replaced by the crispness of the evening air.
After slipping on a pair of comfortable pajamas, I make my way to the bed. The soft sheets and the plush pillows look inviting and I can’t wait to sink into them. I slide under the covers and settle in. I let out a contented sigh and start to drift off, dreaming of their rugged bodies and sexy smiles
The next morning, I wake up feeling refreshed. I brew a cup of coffee and sit at my laptop, deciding to do a little online research on Wyatt and Weston of the Wild Thorn Ranch. Nothing comes up right away, but after finding the local paper, I’m led to the town’s Facebook group and a place called the Copper Kitten. On the bar’s page, the twins can be spotted in numerous pictures. The paper and the group contained only ordinary pictures -some from opening day and a few from their high school days. I shut my laptop, feeling like a stalker.
I need to get dressed, so I’m ready when they come to pick me up for my tour. What do I wear? A summer dress, or do I go full country with jeans and boots? I remember yesterday when Bo gave me a ride on his horse. What if that happens again? Jeans. I’m going to go with jeans because the chafe from your thighs rubbing against the saddle is no joke. I learned that the hard way during my riding lessons.
Heading to the bathroom, I brush my teeth, roll on some deodorant, and put on a coat of mascara. Opening the dresser, I grab a pair of blue jeans and a white flowy tank top. The boots were not good on my feet yesterday, so I’m going to wear the other shoes the girl at the western wear store had me buy. These slip-on tennis shoes are some sort of hybrid between sneakers and loafers. Hey Dude is the brand. I slip my feet inside and sit at the desk, drafting a text to my parents.
Me: Checking in so you know what’s happening and we are all on the same page. I have spoken to my attorney and she is drafting divorce papers. Greg should be served by the end of the week.
Mom: Honey, your father is so upset about this whole thing. Men are curious creatures. Sometimes they have a wandering eye. I’m sure you and Greg can move past this. Forgiveness is a beautiful thing.
Leave it to my naïve mother to think I can just move past the fact my husband, fake as this marriage may be, cheated on me. Forgiveness? How can I find it in myself to forgive a man whohas never shown me love, who only sees me as a tool for his own purposes?
I put my phone down and take a deep breath. I can’t let my mother’s words get to me. This is my life, and I need to take control of it. I stand up, smoothing down my tank top, and head to the kitchen to grab another cup of coffee. The aroma fills the air, comforting me. I take a sip, savoring the warmth.
A knock on the door startles me. I set my cup down and walk over, opening it to find Wyatt standing there, his hat in his pocket, and a smile on his face. I know it’s him because he has a freckle at the left corner of his top lip. If there’s one thing I’m good at it’s memorizing faces and I made sure when I noticed they were twins to see if I could find a difference between them.
“Morning, Hellcat. Ready for your tour?”
His voice is like honey, smooth and sweet. I nod, feeling my heart race a little. “Yeah, I just need to grab my phone.”
I quickly grab my phone and follow him outside. The sun is shining, casting a warm golden glow on everything around. Wyatt leads me to a sleek black UTV. He opens the door for me, and I climb in, feeling a flutter in my stomach. As we drive to the ranch, I glance over at him. His strong hands grip the steering wheel, and I can’t help but imagine those hands roaming my body.
“So, how did you sleep?” he asks, breaking the silence.
