Page 16 of Wrong Number Right Cowboy
This whole time, she was just waiting for her chance to leave. To head back to Dallas to the fancy city life I could never give her.
“You’re a pain in my ass on the best days, but today Boone? Today you’ve crossed a fucking line.”
I grip the pitchfork with both hands, willing myself not to turn around.
But then that fucking jasmine scent floats to me, and I know I don’t have a choice but to face the woman who just ripped my fucking heart out for a second time.
Slowly, I turn around.
“Why are you still here, Sunshine?”
“Because, in case it’s not been clear, Iwantto be here.”
Her words stun me into rare silence. I’m certain I’ve misheard.
“I didn’t stutter, Boone.”
“What about Dallas?”
“You know, if you’re going to snoop through someone’s phone, maybe you should ask for some fucking clarification before you jump to conclusions.” Her hands are on her hips and her eyes dance with fire.
I’m hard instantly.
Fucking cock has no common sense.
It only wants one thing: her.
“What’s in Dallas, then, Sawyer? Besides the life you’ve built there since you left me the first time?”
She’s toe-to-toe with me once more, poking that finger into my chest.
The fear that hit me like a fucking freight train when I first saw that text dissipates. If she’s here fighting with me, it means something. Because the first time she left, she left quietly. Is it too much to hope that she’s all in this time?
“Sammie wants to go wedding dress shopping.”
“What about your apartment? Your job?”
“My roommate hates me. My job sucks, so I quit.”
“When?”
“This morning, after you made me come right over there,” she says, pointing to the stall over. My cock hardens, wanting a repeat. “I was coming out here to tell you why I left five years.But then Mel showed up becauseyoucalled her to get me out of here.”
My gaze drops to her lips, and the yearning for her grows stronger.
Last night, I was tempted to pull the ring box from my dresser drawer and ask her to marry me—again. But then she started sucking on my cock, and I forgot all rational thought. Now, I’m wishing I had that ring box in my pocket. Because if she means what I think she means, there’s no fucking way I’m letting her get two fucking steps away from me without being my wife.
“When you asked me to marry you five years ago, I panicked. My mom had only been gone a year, and she said something to me on her deathbed that haunted me a little.” Sawyer let out a heavy exhale. “I should have told you. I should have just talked this out with you back then. Maybe things would’ve been different if I’d had the courage back then.”
“Sawyer—”
She flattens a palm against my chest. “No, let me get this out, Boone.”
I nod, clamping my mouth shut to just listen.
“My mom told me she regretted never leaving Wildwood Springs. That she wished she’d left to see the world and make something of herself. She said it was her biggest regret. I kept hearing her voice in my head, days, weeks, months after she passed. I thought it was a sign I was supposed to leave. But you know what, Boone?” She reaches a hand to my cheek. “I realize now it just fucking grief messing with my head.”
“But you never came back,” I say, the words hardly a whisper.
