Page 57 of Save A Horse
“I know.”
“Why are you crying?” He wiped the tears from my face with his thumb.
“Because it’s my fault.”
“What’s your fault?”
“Why did we spend all those years separated and never see each other. That is my fault.” I wiped my tears. “I’m sorry.”
“Daisy, it’s okay.” I leaned into him, laying my head on his chest. “You needed time and space. I understand. You don’t have to apologize to me for how you needed to heal. We all deal with things our own way. It’s okay.”
I sniffed. How could Colt be so understanding? He was so patient with me, and it is all I could ever ask for.
“So, you read it all?”
“Every word.” I looked down at the journal, realizing just how many memories it must hold. I used to write in this all the time. It saw me cry and smile. Colt took it from my hands, flipping it to another page. “I’ve had a really nice time with you today, darlin’, but I am worn out. I will see you in the morning. Don’t worry about the dishes. I will get them in the morning.” He handed me the journal. I gripped it a little tighter as he placed a kiss on my forehead. It was different than our usual kisses, but everything Colt did was meticulous. That kiss was what I needed right now. I needed that gentleness. I watched as Colt walked down the hall to his room. I looked down at the page, rubbing my finger across it, then read through the entry.
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Colt and I went riding in his truck today. He has taken me for a few rides in it, and I know how much that truck means to him. It was his grandfather's after all. Colt is sentimental about things likethat.
He took me out to see the sunset again. He has no idea how special that place is to me. He has no idea what kind of hold he has on me.
He could ask me to do anything for him, and I would. Of course, I would make it a challenge for him, but nevertheless, I would end up doing it.
Colt told me that he loved spending time with me.
Does that mean he likes me?
Does he have feelings for me?
I don’t know if he does or not, and I am so afraid that asking him could ruin our friendship.
I can’t lose Colt.
I will do whatever it takes to always fight for our friendship.
I need him around.
When I left the ranch to go home today, I gave Colt a hug and said goodbye.
As he walked into the house, I whispered, ‘I love you.’
Maybe one day I will hear those words leave his perfect lips.
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Chapter Thirty-Seven
Colt
Iwas standing there in the kitchen, watching the sun come up. It had just begun to rise over the horizon as I took another sip of my coffee. As I finished my coffee and got ready to start the day, I thought of last night and Daisy’s journal. That journal was an unexpected find, but in a way, I felt it was necessary for me to find it. I held on to Daisy after all these years because of it. I went on dates, but I compared everyone to Daisy and the way she makes me feel. No one could ever measure up. I would read through her entries from time to time to remember our time together. Each time I read one, a smile formed.
I heard footsteps coming from behind me, getting closer. My dad walked into the room, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“Morning, Colt.” He took a sip.
“Morning.”
