One mile.Then another.
The truck eats up the distance, chewing through the two-lane blacktop that cuts across the hills like a scar.
The evening settles around me—familiar, quiet, a kind of solitude that used to feel like peace.
Now it just feels empty.
Micah calls, checking in over the radio, his voice crackling through the static.
We talk logistics, timing, load weight, route checkpoints, and when I’m meeting up with him and Benji—all the details that used to be enough to keep my head locked in the mission.
And it works.Slowly.
The rhythm of the road, the hum of the wheels, the smell of diesel and dust—it steadies me.
By the time we hit the Pennsylvania line, my pulse has leveled out.My focus is razor-sharp again.
Brentwood Cattle’s expecting a perfect delivery, and I plan to give it to them.
Still, somewhere under the noise, a quieter thought beats steady.
This time, it’s not just about proving myself.
Not about money.Or pride.
This time, there’s something waiting for me when I get back.
Someone.
Her.Lil Bit.
And for the first time in a long damn while, that makes the fight ahead feel like it’s worth every mile.
Chapter 7-Bit
Why is this taking so long?
And why am I so damn worried?
It’s not like I’m his wife or girlfriend or even his anything.We kissed twice—okay, three times if you count the dream I had last night—but that’s it.
No promises, no declarations, no reason for my heart to be trying to punch through my ribs every time a truck passes on the highway outside.
Still, something about Sawyer DeWitt just clicks.
Like the moment we met, the gears of my world shifted, and suddenly everything lined up.
The noise in my head quieted.The ground felt solid.
And now he’s out there, somewhere past state lines, hauling frozen bull sperm through God-knows-what kind of danger while I’m pacing like a lunatic.
It’s useless to pretend I can sleep.
Angie and Diego turned in hours ago, their little house at the edge of the property dark and still.Alex went with them.
Which leaves me alone in this big ranch house with my distracted cousin.She has her own love life to deal with, and I won’t bug her with this.
The house smells like cedar, pine, and something spicy.Him.
