LOGINSavannah’s POV
By the time Julian had been gone for almost two hours, I had officially run out of things to do. I tried the television first, but nothing held my attention; the shows blurred into a meaningless hum while my thoughts kept drifting back to the empty space beside me.
I wandered through the apartment, opened the refrigerator three times without wanting anything, and stood at
Savannah’s POVBy the time Julian had been gone for almost two hours, I had officially run out of things to do. I tried the television first, but nothing held my attention; the shows blurred into a meaningless hum while my thoughts kept drifting back to the empty space beside me.I wandered through the apartment, opened the refrigerator three times without wanting anything, and stood at the windows long enough to convince myself I was looking at the view and not avoiding the silence.Seattle was beautiful in a way that had nothing to do with the ranch. There were no endless fields or cattle on the horizon and not enough open sky to breathe the way I did back home, but the city had its own pulse. Cars streamed through the streets below and pedestrians moved with purpose on the sidewalks.
Julian’s POVBy the time I walked into the conference room, a small, stubborn part of me was already regretting that I had left Savannah alone in the apartment. It had nothing to do with the meeting itself; I had attended enough boardrooms in my life to know how to switch everything else off the second I entered a room.Today, for some ridiculous reason, a piece of my attention remained several floors away with a stubborn blonde who had looked far too disappointed when I told her I had to leave.I checked my phone once before sliding it into my pocket and felt a brief, useless relief when there were no messages. That relief was quickly replaced by the familiar, prickly tension that arrived whenever I walked into a room full of people who expected me to have answers.“Look who finally decided to remember he owns a company,” Leon said from the far end of the table, sprawled in a leather chair and looking far too pleased with himself. “I genuinely started believing that you were starting
Julian’s POVThe city felt louder than I remembered. It wasn’t that Seattle had changed while we were away.The traffic was still relentless, the buildings still stretched toward the sky, and the streets were still crowded with people moving as though they had somewhere urgent to be. The problem was me. I had gotten used to a different kind of noise. The ranch had rewired something in me. Standing in the middle of Seattle traffic, I could feel it trying to wire me back.The ranch had never been silent, but its sounds had blended into something steady and familiar. There were cattle calling from the fields, tractors rumbling in the distance, horses shifting in their stalls, workers shouting instructions, and Savannah arguing with someone at least once every few hours. It was noise, but it was gentle. It was human. It was ours.
Savannah’s POVIf someone had told me that the best way to spend our last full day before heading home involved doing absolutely nothing, I would have laughed without hesitation.There were always things to do on the ranch. Animals needed feeding, fences needed checking, crops needed attention, and my father could somehow find work even when everyone else insisted there was none left.Yet somehow, Julian and I had escaped all of it.I was curled up on the couch beside him with a thick blanket pulled over both of us, my legs tucked comfortably beneath me while an old movie played on the television. At least, I assumed it was an old movie, because I had not paid attention to a single scene in the past twenty minutes.Julian had one arm stretch
Julian’s POVIf someone had told me a month ago that I would willingly spend my morning leaning against a fence instead of sitting behind a desk in Seattle, I would have dismissed the idea without hesitation. Yet now, standing beneath the wide stretch of sky with the scent of fresh earth surrounding me, I could not imagine being anywhere else.The ranch had become familiar in a way I never expected. It was not quiet because it lacked noise, but because every sound had settled into a rhythm I had grown used to. The distant rumble of tractors, the horses calling from their paddocks, and the chatter of ranch hands preparing for another day’s work no longer felt foreign. They felt like part of a world I had somehow slipped into without realizing it.The thought should have unsettled me, but instead it settled warmly inside my chest.
Savannah’s POVI stared at him, unable to speak as his words settled over me. The anger that had been carrying me through the last several minutes faltered, replaced by a stunned realization I had not expected.He genuinely believed I regretted last night. Of all the explanations I had prepared myself for, him getting what he wanted, him changing his mind, or him realizing he didn’t actually like me, not once had this crossed my mind.Julian Montgomery had pulled away because he thought he was protecting me.“You thought I regretted it?” I whispered, disbelief threading through every syllable. “Have you lost your mind?”He nodded once. “I didn’t know what you were feeling. And maybe so, but I was wor
Savannah’s POV“Move!” I yelled, having little time to react as I quickly dived out of their way. I had barely taken a breath of relief when I turned to see Julian, who was still frozen on the spot and he stood directly in their path.He was completely still with a frightened expression on his face
Savannah's povI had always imagined my wedding to be like a fairytale wedding, filled with love and happiness.The wedding I had was the complete opposite. There were no joyful tears, no happy toasts, and certainly no romance. All through the brief wedding, I tried not to snap at a super cold Julia
Savannah's povI smoothed down the skirt of my black dress for the hundredth time while keeping my posture perfectly rigid. I felt entirely out of my element in a gown and I would choose my pants and t-shirt over this any day, but for the sake of my parents, I had to attend this gala.We were in the
Julian’s POVI adjusted my collar and stepped into the commercial real estate office, heading straight for the broker's desk. I didn't care about the extra fees or the location costs because I really needed the space. I was a Montgomery by blood, but I wanted to make a name for myself. My startup wa







