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“I love you.” She smiled through her tears. “I love you so much it scares me.”
“Don’t be scared.” I kissed her hard, pouring everything I felt into it. “I’ve got you. Always.”
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” she said quietly.
“Don’t apologize. You had every right to question my motives.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “But nowyou know. You’re what I want, Maggie. Not your land, not your property. You.”
“I’m still learning how to accept that someone like you could want someone like me.”
I tilted her chin up, made her look at me. “Someone like me? I’m just a cowboy, sweetheart. You could do a hell of a lot better.”
“I don’t want better. I want you.” She smiled. “Bossy, dirty-talking, stubborn you.”
“Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”
And she was. Forever. Because loving Maggie Garrison wasn’t something I did halfway. It was all or nothing. And I’d chosen all.
EPILOGUE
Rhett
Six Months Later…
The community barn dance was packed, music thumping through the speakers, laughter and conversation filling every corner. I stood at the bar nursing a beer and watching my wife work the room like she’d been born to it.
Maggie. My wife. Three months married and I still got a kick out of saying it.
She was wearing a blue dress that hugged every curve, her hair loose around her shoulders, and she was laughing at something. Every man in the room had looked at her at least once tonight, and every single one of them knew she was mine. The ring on her finger made damn sure of that.
“Your wife’s become quite the local celebrity,” Tom, an older man from a neighboring ranch said, sidling up next to me. “My grandkids follow her on Instagram. Say she makes ranching look cool.”
“She makes everything look good.” I took a sip of my beer, never taking my eyes off her. “And yeah, she’s something special.”
“The two ranches merging has been good for the whole community.”
“That’s all Maggie’s doing. Girl’s got a head for business.” It was true. She’d decided that her ranch should be the focus of agritourism. A nursery in the spring, a pumpkin patch in the fall. Weddings in the spring. She had a degree in marketing that she’d never mentioned. Despite my wealth, or maybe because of it, she was determined to stand on her own two feet.
But that wasn’t why I loved her. I loved her because she made me laugh. Because she called me on my bullshit. Because she looked at me like I hung the damn moon even when I was being a bossy asshole.
As if she could feel me staring, Maggie looked over and caught my eye. Her smile softened, went intimate, and heat flared between us even across the crowded room. Then she excused herself from the group of people who had come up to talk to her and started making her way toward me.
God, the way she moved. All those curves swaying, her hips rolling with each step. My cock stirred just watching her walk.
“Having fun?” she asked when she reached me. I immediately reached for her and pulled her to my side.
“I’m watching you. That’s always fun.” My hand settled possessively on her hip. “You look gorgeous tonight, Mrs. McKinnon.”
“You’re biased.”
“Damn right I am. You’re my wife. I’m allowed to be biased.” I leaned down, my mouth by her ear. “And I’m allowed to think about all the dirty things I’m going to do to you when we get home.”
She shivered against me. “Rhett, we’re in public.”
“Don’t care.” My hand slid lower, not quite grabbing her ass but close. “I’ve been thinking about it all night. About getting that dress off you. About spreading you out on our bed and putting my mouth between your thighs until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“Oh my God.” Her face flushed that pretty pink I loved so much. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” I nipped at her earlobe. “I’ve been hard for you since you put that dress on. And that underwear. You knew exactly what you were doing wearing it.”
