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Clenching his jaw, he picked up a cup and threw it against the wall across the room, watching it shatter.

The door opened and Maverick quickly stepped in.

“Are you alright?”

“Am I alright? No, I’m fucking pissed.” Grady shot to his feet, making his chair roll back and hit the wall.

“Why?”

“Savannah’s ex is in town.”

“What for?”

“That’s the sixty-four thousand dollar question. The son of a bitch blamed her for the death of their son and now he just shows up.”

“Wait. Death of their son?”

Grady huffed, pulled the chair back up and sat down.

“Their son died of SIDS at four months, and that bastard blamed her. He filed for divorce the day after the funeral. It devastated her.”

“I’m sure it did. How in the hell could he blame her? I don’t know much about it, but I do know SIDS occurs more than people realize.”

“It was bad enough that she had to go through that, but for that jackass to blame her was uncalled for. Now he’s here, and wants to talk to her. Over my dead body.”

“Did she tell you he was here?”

“No. I happened to stop in her store to ask her to lunch and he was there. When I found out who he was, I wanted to kick the hell out of him.”

“I would too. So, what is she going to do?”

“She said she wasn’t going to talk to him, but I don’t trust the son of a bitch. He’s up to something.”

“Could be. Hey, I’ve got to check the men in the west pasture, so if you need me, let me know.”

“I will.”

“Just calm down, Grady. If Vanna isn’t interested in talking to him, then you have nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, right.” Grady nodded.

At the end of the day, he drove home and made himself a sandwich for dinner because he was too tired to cook something, even it was only in the microwave

He sat in the recliner and watched TV. It didn’t matter what was on, he just wanted some background noise and to possibly keep his mind off Savannah and her ex.

“Shit,” he muttered. Nothing was going to stop him from thinking about it.

He wanted to call her, but he’d wait for a while. He hoped she wasn’t anywhere near that prick.

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A knock at the door interrupted Savannah’s evening. When she saw Kirk on her doorstep, she nearly slammed the door shut.

“Vanna, please let me in. I just want to talk. And then I’ll leave, I promise.”

She sighed, opened the door wider, and he strode inside, but she stood with her arms tightly folded across her chest.

Kirk sat down on the sofa, and she couldn’t help but compare him to Grady. He never would have taken a seat before she did. She looked at Kirk intently while he scanned her townhouse.

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