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“Should we talk about what your plans are?”
My hands froze. My plans? I cautiously looked over my shoulder, but Grayson’s focus was on something else. “My plans?”
“To help me adjust?”
“Oh, right.” Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and said, “Well, some of it would include exercises to work the muscles in your legs. Once the swelling goes down, if you are able to walk again, you don’t want your muscles to be weak.”
“What does that look like?” he asked.
“Well, you’ll need to lie down, so maybe first thing in the morning, or just before bed.”Do not think about Grayson in bed, do not think about Grayson in bed.“We’ll also work on adjusting things in the house, in case the injury is permanent. Things like making sure there are wide enough spaces to get the chair through, lowering items you might need daily, like the coffee and mugs, to a lower cabinet, or maybe keeping them on the counter.”
“Okay. Do you have a preference for when to do the exercises?”
“It’s really up to you,” I said as I brought two cups of coffee to the table, setting one down in front of him.
“Thank you.” He took a sip of his coffee and then looked at me with a smile that appeared calculating. “Right before bed would be best. We can start tonight.”
Chapter Twelve
Grayson
She’d stormed off, pissed at what I’d said, and I couldn’t blame her. I was a jackass. I couldn’t help worrying that she’d get lost somewhere on the ranch. The boys were supposed to be building a ramp today. Until they did, I was stuck in this house while she was out there unprotected.
I rolled around the kitchen until Addie shooed me out. She said I was messing with her peace. Well, she had messed with mine by bringing Jessie into our home.
Since I couldn’t be outside, the only other option was my office. I had plenty in there that would keep me occupied. Bills still needed to be paid and schedules needed to be kept.
I had a landline in my office, attached to an old-school answering machine. The same number and phone that my mother and grandfather both used.
It took a few frustrating minutes to push the desk chair out of the way and roll myself up to my desk. I sat a little lower, making things harder to reach considering the desk was so large. It had been my great-grandfather’s desk, back when furniture was built to last. It was solid oak, and heavy as fuck.
I hit the button on the answering machine to listen to the various messages left since the accident. The office was purely my domain, and Hudson and Emerson only came in here if they needed to speak to me. They both acted as if they were allergic to paperwork and accounting.
Most of the calls over the last few days were from clients checking up on me. Carson must have gone through and called them to let them know things were on hold. There were also more than a few solicitation calls; this was the reason I kept thelandline. I didn’t need companies calling my cell phone night and day trying to sell me shit I didn’t need or want.
The last call that came in last night caught my attention. I wrote down the number and then called it back.
“Hello, Grayson.”
“Mr. Garcia, it’s a pleasure to speak with you. What can I do for you?”
“Please call me Armando. I am looking to purchase some horses, and I hear yours are the best.”
Armando Garcia was the current head of the Mexican cartel. At Christmas, Alejandro Vasquez had been taken out, and Armando was quick to step in. I wasn’t one to keep tabs on much of the underworld, but it had been all over the news.
Tyson was the one who’d told me about Garcia taking over. Any time you cut the head off a snake, another one always slithered in to take its place.
I wasn’t sure Garcia was the type of man I wanted to work with. I didn’t sell my horses to just anyone.
“I am glad to hear my name garners such praise, but I am sure you also know I don’t sell my horses to just anyone who asks.”
“Si,si, your integrity is one of the many reasons your stock is so coveted. Money is nice, but a man’s soul is priceless.”
“I couldn’t agree more. What purpose would the horses serve?”
“They are for my grandchildren. I have plenty of horses to work the land. However, my family deserves only the best. There is nothing more important than family, would you agree?”
“I would very much agree.” I got the feeling there was more to this conversation than horses. “Was there a number you had in mind? And when would you like to come for an interview?”
