Page 33 of Love Me Back
“Interview?”
“As I said, I do not sell my horses to just anyone.” I needed to be careful. Armando Garcia was not a man to be crossed. “I’d like to invite you to come here for dinner. My family made a decision long ago to get to know everyone who inquired about our horses. Please bring your wife.” You could tell a lot about a man by howhe treated his wife, not just his horse. “You can tour the ranch and see what’s available. If you don’t find any to your liking, we can discuss breeding.”
“And if you find I am not to your liking?”
“Then we will part ways after a delicious meal.”
“Do you know who I am, Grayson?” His voice was lower, darker when he asked the question. Gone was the cordial man who had answered the phone.
“I do, Armando.” My voice was equally stern. If he thought he could intimidate me, he was wrong.
Armando laughed into the phone. A loud, boisterous laugh I was sure came from deep inside him. “I like you, Grayson Powell. I think you’ll do just fine!”
Armando and I worked out a date. He had asked to come for the weekend. It wasn’t unusual, and it was one of the reasons I had kept up the cabins. Danny and Dante were in Lincoln for the foreseeable future, so I wasn’t worried about them being around. I’d have King send over a few guys to patrol while Garcia was here.
I’d have to decide whether to let Addie and Jessie stay. Maybe I’d send them to the clubhouse for a few days. They would both hate it, but their lives were more important than worrying about them being mad at me.
I’d just rolled into the kitchen when Jessie walked back in. I had to find a way to keep my ego in check and call a truce. Allow her to do what she was here to do without causing her more pain.
And absolutely find a way to keep my hands to myself.
My resolve to keep my hands to myself should have included her keeping her hands off me as well. I hadn’t thought about the fact that she would need to touch me in order to teach me theexercises I needed to do. I also had somehow neglected to realize that I couldn’t do the exercises myself when I couldn’t move my fucking legs.
Dinner had been subdued. Conversation flowed between Jessie and Addie, with Hudson and Emerson interjecting here and there. I was quiet, only speaking when asked a question.
My mind was caught up on the idea that I would be lying in bed, Jessie at my side with her hands on me. Never did I think I’d wish for my cock to be broken, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep him contained once she was touching me.
My eyes trailed her as she moved around the kitchen, washing dishes and wiping down the counters. She talked and joked with Addie, and for the first time in my life, I was jealous of my baby sister.
I rolled myself down the hall. I’d been in sweatpants all day. No point in fighting with a pair of jeans when all I could do was sit in this chair. One thing I had accomplished today was getting my ass out of the chair to the fucking toilet. I couldn’t even piss standing up like a man.
I stared at the bed. The current bane of my existence. I watched countless videos today trying to figure out how to get from the chair to the bed; they all made it look easy. But there was one thing those videos didn’t take into account. My bed was a few inches higher than the chair.
I was confident I would be able to get out of the bed and into the chair in the morning, though I hadn’t actually practiced it. But I wanted to be in this bed before Jessie came in to help with the exercises.
I pulled out my phone and called Emerson.
“What’s up?”
“I need you to come down and help me get onto the bed.”
“I thought that’s what Jessie was here for?”
“Get your ass in here now,” I growled.
“I’m coming. Calm the fuck down.”
I hung up the phone and tossed it onto the nightstand. Emerson walked into the room followed by Jessie, and I groaned.
She glared at me, her hands on her amble hips. I had to close my eyes against the sexy woman. I would never survive this.
“I thought we agreed that I was here for a reason and you would let me do my job?”
“And I will. But I am too fucking big for you to lift me out of this goddamn chair.”
She inhaled slowly as she stared at the ceiling. Emerson stood off to the side, his face a combination of concern and amusement.
“Emerson, stand at the end of the bed, please,” Jessie ordered politely. I could tell she was trying to hold back her anger, but it still came through as strong annoyance.
