Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Brady,” she says, and it feels like I’m in an electric chair that sent a million watts through my body.
“Please,” I plead, and she moves her body and slides off the horse. My hands go to her hips to help her down halfway. I turn her to face me and put my hands to her cheeks to hold her there and make sure she looks me in the eyes. “I’m sorry I said what I said.” I have no idea what else is going to come out of my mouth. “I mean, I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry.”
Her eyebrows pinch together. “Okay.”
“I mean, I’m sorry that it hurt you, but I’m not sorry I said it because it made me see how wrong I was. How wrong I fucking was, and there is no fucking way I could hate you. There is no way anyone could hate you if they were honored enough to get to know you. You are kind, funny, loyal, and the best mother I’ve ever met.” The bottom of her eyes fills with tears, and she quickly looks down, and I see her blinking furiously to probably stop the tears that are about to escape, hoping they don’t, but one lone tear escapes. “That is the last fucking tear you will ever have because of me.”
“It’s not you.” She of course tries to make me feel better. “It’s just been a crazy couple of days.” She looks up at me and tries to smile, but her smile is as fake as can be.
“Last fucking tear that rolls down your cheek because of me.” I bend my head to touch her mouth with mine. “I promise you.”
“I’ve learned it’s not good to make promises,” she says softly. “They are easily broken. Even by me. I promised Wyatt it would all be okay, and look at the mess we are in.”
“Well then, it’s time to show you how promises work,” I vow to her. “And by the way, you are way too hard on yourself. Wyatt is thriving, and he’s thriving because of you.” I kiss her one more time before I let my hand fall from her face. “Remember that.” She just nods at me. “Now, let’s get back on the horses and get back to the barn, yeah?”
“Okay.” She turns and puts her foot in the stirrup, and I take a second to check out her ass, wanting to lean in and bite it. My cock stirs in my pants as she sits said ass back down on the saddle.
I walk over to my horse, getting back on him before turning and making our way to the barn. She doesn’t say anything as we walk back, her head forward as she takes in the forest. “Are you tired, baby?” I break the silence.
“A little,” she replies softly, “but it’s worth it.” She smiles, and this time, it shines in her eyes. “It’s the calmest I’ve been in the past six months.”
“Then we’ll make sure that we do it more often,” I assure her as we return to the barn. Emmett is there by the fence with Wyatt behind him as he tells him something. He looks over at us and motions with his chin toward us. I can see Wyatt wants to start to run, but Emmett tells him something, and he nods.
“Welcome back,” Emmett greets when we get close enough, moving toward us, but Wyatt stands by the fence, probably like he was instructed to do. “How was it?”
“Amazing,” Harmony states to Emmett, who stops by her side and holds out his hand to help her off the horse.
“Charlie just went to the house and said he’s waiting for you guys to join him.” He walks over to me now. “Even you.” He grabs the reins of the horse, and I get down.
“Thank you, I guess,” I mumble, and he laughs as I put my hand on Harmony’s lower back, moving her toward Wyatt.
“How was that?” she asks Wyatt, her voice as animated as he looks.
“Amazing!” he exclaims and then looks at me. “Sorry, Brady, but that was better than fishing.”
I laugh and nod at him. “No worries, buddy.” I ruffle his hair. “Let’s go get something to eat, yeah? You hungry?”
“Starving,” Wyatt blurts, as if he didn’t wolf down two sandwiches before we got here. “Charlie says I was born to ride.” He skips sideways beside us as we walk to the house. “And that I’m a natural.”
“He would know,” I tell him. “He’s been riding horses since he was two, I think.”
We walk up the steps, the front door is open and the storm door lets you see all the way down the hallway. I open the door and step in, kicking off my boots to the side and watching Wyatt do the same when Autumn comes out of the kitchen. “Hey, you guys.” Her voice is cheerful. “I just took the quiche out of the oven.”