Because Sawyer’s outside working—probably elbow-deep in equipment or feed or something rugged and manly—and I know he’s got a delivery coming in and one prepping to go out.
I don’t want to bother him with my crafting dreams, not when he’s got real ranch business to handle.
But deep down, I know something else too.
This man—this ranch, this whole new life—it’s mine now.
Sawyer made me feel safe last night.Loved.Claimed.
And I’m done letting fear write my story.
If Roach or anyone else wants to come at me again, they’re gonna find out real fast—I don’t scare easy anymore.
Not here.
Not in the home I’m choosing.
Angie claps her hands together, bringing me back to the present.
“Well, finish that coffee, sugar.We’ve got a thrifting route to plan.”
And just like that, I grin, lift my mug, and take another sip of coffee.
Because for the first time in forever, my life doesn’t feel like running.It feels like building.
And I can’t wait to see what I make next.
Chapter 25-Sawyer
Itry to keep busy.
God knows there’s enough to do around here.
Micah’s running logistics, Benji’s wrangling the bulls, and I’ve got a feed delivery coming in that needs signing for—not exactly light work—but no matter what I do, my damn brain won’t stay where it’s supposed to.
It keeps drifting right back to her.
Lil Bit.
Her moans whispering in our bedroom during the night.
The slap of our sweat-slickened skin reverberating throughout the room.
Her laugh echoing in the kitchen this morning.
The sight of her in that little apron she sewed herself, sunlight catching her hair.
The way she looked at me before I left, like she was already planning something—some new idea spinning behind those enormous brown eyes.
I told myself to let her be.
She deserves a little space, a little normal.
But every instinct I’ve got is screaming to keep her close.
So halfway between breakfast and lunch, I find myself mumbling something about checking the south fence line to Diego and heading for the ATV.
It’s a lie, and a bad one.
