Chapter Twenty-Five
The next morning,after a miserable night, Sierra called Sam. She didn’t like the way she’d left things with Connor but she didn’t know what to do. She needed someone to talk to and Sam knew her and her history. And she knew Connor. Luckily, Sam had the morning off so she came over after Sierra called.
“Why the frantic call?” Sam asked when she came in.
“I wasn’t frantic,” Sierra said, insulted.
Sam raised an eyebrow. “If you say so. How are you doing? Physically?”
“My arm hurts but not quite as much as before the operation. My knee is better. I’m frustrated that I’m going to have a desk job for who knows how long.”
“Can I get you anything?” Sam asked before she sat.
“No. I don’t need you to wait on me. I had Connor doing that until last night.”
Sam sat on the couch. “What happened last night?”
“I ran him off.”
“Why?”
Sierra rubbed her forehead. “I didn’t do it deliberately. I told him I wanted to move in together. He said no.”
“Wait a minute. Didn’t he ask you to live with him before the accident?”
“Yes, and I said I wasn’t ready.” And look at how well that had ended. “But the accident made me think about things and about how I was sick of being afraid that Connor and I won’t work out.”
“Why did he say no?”
“Long story short, he thinks I don’t love him. And he doesn’t think we should live together if I don’t love him and want to be with him as much as he wants to be with me.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t see the problem.”
It wouldn’t be if she wasn’t such a chicken. “I, um, haven’t told him yet. I told him I care about him but stopped short of saying I love him.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m an idiot?”
Sam laughed. “No you’re not. But you’re bound to have a reason.”
She did. But she didn’t like it and didn’t want to admit it. Even to herself. “Phil and I had a good marriage. Until we didn’t. We loved each other. I thought we’d be together forever. But then things changed. He changed but I didn’t. I think he got bored with me. That’s why he had the affair.”
A look of disgust came over Sam’s face. “He had an affair because he’s a cheating scumbucket.”
She had to laugh at that comment. “That too. But seriously, Sam, we had a good marriage and then it just fell apart. Who’s to say it couldn’t happen to Connor and me?”
“Who says it will?”
“I’m afraid to risk it. Or at least I have been until now.”
“Okay, this is going to sound simplistic but my advice is to think about what you really want. What you want without the ‘what if this’ or ‘what if that’ getting in the way. Then go after it. And now,” she said, standing up, “I need to get back to the ranch. I promised Dylan I’d help him with the new foal.”
“You promised Dylan or Dylan promised you?”
