Page 37 of Entwined Hearts
Before I could tell her how big of a coward I was, my phone rang again. “Jesus Christ,” I groaned, getting ready to tell Stewart off, but it was an unknown number.
I frowned at the phone. “It’s an unknown number.”
“I always send them to voicemail.”
I put the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Savannah, hi, it’s Preston Hollis.” His voice was conniving and too polite. It set me on edge and enraged me at the same time.
I rolled my eyes. “What the hell do you want, Preston?” Delilah’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
“I’m calling to urge you to tell your sister and her boyfriend to reconsider our offers to buy their land. As their lawyer, you know how far we can take this; our pockets run much deeper than theirs.”
My eyes narrowed. “Is that a threat?”
“Take it however you like. You’re a smart woman, Savannah. And while this whole Golden Circle project is admirable, it’s a waste of your talents.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” I snapped. “Do your worst, Preston. We aren’t going anywhere, and you can go tell that to your grandfather after you’re done licking the bottom of his boots.”
I hung up and tossed my phone onto the table, letting out a heavy breath. I knew then this was far from over, and all these little lawsuits were just the tip of the iceberg.
“I need a drink,” I grumbled.
“I can arrange that,” Delilah said with a wicked grin. “What are you doing tonight?”
The bassat the Bull Pen reverberated through my bones, each note unfurling the mess in my head with the help of the tequila Delilah kept shoving down my throat. She was dressed in a baby tee that said ‘cowboy pillows’ across the chest and cutoffs. While I had on a black tank top and a mini skirt she forced me to wear.
The place was crowded with out-of-towners all here for a rodeo in the next town over, and I couldn’t help but think of Weston. Would he have competed if he hadn’t been hurt?
I tossed back another shot to shut up the nagging guilt. He told me not to feel guilty, that it was his fault, but I couldn’t help it. And to know that he was worried he’d never ride for PBR again? I shook my head, forcing the thought away.
I took my phone out of my back pocket and stared at the text Delilah helped me send to Stewart before we came here. It was polite, to the point, and there was no possible way that he could misunderstand that I was breaking up with him. My heart hadn’t steadied since I hit send, still waiting for his response. But it was done, it had to be.
It just felt a little immature that I had done it through text, but I didn’t really have another choice. I wasn’t going back to Dallas anytime soon, and I couldn’t let myself suffer over it anymore.
“Hey there,” a low voice said next to me.
I put my phone in my pocket and turned, finding a pair of dark eyes and a warm smile. He was tall, dark, and handsome,if not a few years younger than me, dressed in the usual cowboy getup. “Hi, yourself.”
“I’ve been watchin’ you all night, and I just gotta say I think you’re gorgeous.”
I felt nothing, but smiled anyway. “Thanks.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
I glanced down at the counter I was leaning against and the tray of shot glasses Delilah coerced some poor soul into buying for us. “I’m covered, thanks though.”
His smile wilted a little, and I felt a twinge of guilt. “Want one?”
“Only if you do one with me,” he said, rebounding quickly.
I chuckled. “Fair enough.”
The tequila sent a wave of warmth through me, and I scanned the small bar, looking for Delilah. She was on the dance floor with another cowboy, grinning as his hands slid around her waist.
“A lot of you guys are here tonight,” I said, glancing over at my companion. “What’s your event?”
“How’d you know?”
