Page 62 of Entwined Hearts
He nodded at the ground. “Okay,” he said quietly.
I stood, my hand lingering on his face as he looked up at me. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he said, and kissed my palm, holding it there for a moment.
And then I forced myself to leave, knowing it was for the best. For both of us.
19
Weston
A week without Savannah and I was in fucking agony. I was sleeping like shit, forcing food down even though it tasted like sawdust. I think I even scared Matt a little at PT yesterday. The only saving grace was that I could ride a horse again, so I spent most of my time out with the ranch hands, working with the cattle.
But I didn’t have time to suffer and wallow like I had been because I was getting ready for Colt’s really weird fancy engagement party. He said Brittany insisted, so here we were getting all dolled up for her… Happy wife, happy life, and all that.
“Stop moving,” Anna ordered while she messed with the tie she snagged from Joseph’s closet.
“I’m moving because you’rechokingme.” I swatted her hand away and turned to the mirror. “I don’t have a death wish.”
“Says the bull-rider,” she snorted.
I pulled the skinny side of the tie, and it bunched up into an ugly knot. “Fuck this. I’m not wearing that,” I said, yanking it off and tossing it to the bed.
I undid the top two buttons of my shirt and put on my jacket. Navy with a subtle white plaid. The girl I bought it from when I was touring in Salt Lake City said it was “windowpane plaid,” whatever the fuck that meant.
I ran my hand through my hair, and it settled nicely now that I got a long-overdue haircut from Brittany yesterday.
“You girls ready?” I asked, turning to face Anna and Hattie.
Anna let out a low whistle. “Lookin’ sharp, cowboy.”
I rolled my eyes, smiling. “Yeah, yeah. I guess you look half decent.”
“Asshole,” she grumbled, handing me the baby. “I need to touch up my makeup.”
Hattie and I went downstairs where Claire was doing Beau’s tie, and Henry climbed around on the floor in his little outfit, playing with a toy bull rider. “Look, it’s you, Westie,” Henry said, grinning up at me. “I wanna be like you.”
Something tightened in my chest, and I squatted down next to him. “You want to be a bull rider?”
“Yeah! Will you teach me?” I looked over my shoulder at Joseph, who just shrugged.
I cleared my throat, looking back at my nephew. “Maybe when you’re bigger, we can.” The thought of teaching Henry how to ride sounded…amazing. Fun. Maybe even fulfilling in a way I hadn’t thought about until now. It’d be the closest I could get to riding without the risk.
“Okay!” he said and ran off as if it were nothing. As if he hadn’t just sent my mind spinning.
It was time to leave,and I rode with Claire and Beau to the park. And when we pulled up, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Uhhh, babe?” Claire peered out the window. “Did you know about this?”
Under an oak tree on a small hill, there was an altar with rows of chairs and people milling around. It didn’t take me long to click the pieces together.
That son of a bitch tricked us and was getting married. Today.
“No, Colt didn’t say anything to me,” Beau said as he put the truck in park.
Emmett, Tess, and Luke pulled up shortly after. “You know about this?” Emmett asked, glancing over at the ceremony space. He looked sharp in his light blue button-down, tattoos peaking out of the collar.
“No,” I replied, scanning the area. “Where’s Sav?” I’d hardly seen her this past week and was dying to set eyes on her.
“Coming with Delilah. They’re a few minutes behind us.”
