Semua Bab The Gray Ranch: Bab 61 - Bab 66

BOYD POV I smile as I look down at the blonde sleeping in my arms. Last night, after making her scream my name again, I put the horses back into the round pen, and we had crawled into the backseat of her truck to talk. She had explained her insecurities about not feeling like she was enough growing up and I had given her all the details about my failed mating. I honestly don't remember which one of us fell asleep first, but I hope it wasn't me. I don't want her to think she bored me. I had been captivated by every word, but the exhaustion from sex and stress hit me hard. "Hey Cowgirl, the sale starts soon," I say as I attempt to brush her wild hair back away from her face. Her eyes slowly crack open and I smile when she realizes she is on top of me. "Morning... Sorry. I drooled on you," she says as she gets off me and wipes her mouth. I shake my head so she knows I don't care about the drool on my bare chest. I love knowing she felt comfortable sleeping on me. "I am g

BOYD POV "Wait so you plan on taking the big accomplished bull to Gray Ranch? Why does Davidson get the young bull that hasn't proven himself? What if he throws huge calves? Is this what partnership means to you?" Missy demands to know with her hands on her hips, and the stupid dick in my pants twitches to life. Her easy-to-ignite temper is turning me on, and we don't have time for distractions. The sale lasted for a while and the yards are clearing out. Most trucks have already left with their loads. This moment is already tense for us because we are parting ways for who knows how long and all I want to do is pull her into my arms. Humans aren't like shifters. They don't pair for life. She might like me today, but she might not in two weeks. I am absolutely terrified that I have fallen for someone who won't want a lasting commitment. The bulls and where they should be going aren't important to me at all. "You want me to take the younger bull back to Wyoming, I will. Just tell me

MISSY POV I sigh before placing the rake back on the hook in the tack room.The barn is as spotless as a barn can be. I have spent the last three hours cleaning every stall and sweeping every unseen-forgoten corner. The busy-work kept my mind only partially off of Boyd and the fact he hasn't contacted me yet. Now I have nothing to distract me and I can already feel the sorrow creeping into my bones. I bite my lip and slip my hands into the front pockets of my favorite jeans. I don't need to hide in the tack room the barn is empty except for the animals. Hank and the others finished their jobs hours ago, but I feel sheltered and safe in the dark room.I know going home won't be good for me. Mom and Dad will ask about Boyd and my fragile resolve will shatter into a million pieces. I honestly don't know what to do or where to go. I can't hide here forever. "Missy," I hear someone call and I jump a little.I poke my head out of the tack room to see who has come looking for me to fi