Page 92 of Stay for Me

Fuck.

I shot a look to Kings.

We needed to shut this shit down. Beau would kill Chase if given the chance, and while I didn’t blame the man, I couldn’t let it happen. Chase, despite his past mistakes, was a good man. He also meant something to Diana which meant I had to give a damn about him. “Beau,” I clipped. His eyes sliced over to me. “Cool it.”

Thomas looked over his shoulder and then back to the twins, his skin pale now. “I came here for my boss,” he stammered. “No one else.”

I blinked.Wait—Diana was his boss?

Lance began spouting off again. “I don’t give a shit. You don’t come on this ranch insult the cowboys who run it—”

Beau pulled out his gun, loading a bullet in the chamber. “What did I tell you, Bowen? I told you I would kill you if I ever saw you again.”

“You wanna play that game with me, Marks?” Chase clipped, his hand on his own gun.

Mason leaned forward on his saddle, his forearms resting on the horn as he chewed his gum. Clearly, he was entertained.

“Maybe we need to get that fire started, brother,” Lawson suggested darkly, looking at his twin. “Have ourselves a little bonfire tonight.”

Lance took a step down. “That sounds like a swell idea”

“A suit and a cop,” Lawson growled.“Tweedledee and Tweedle Dumb.”

Beau started to raise his gun at Chase, a murderous snarl on his face.

“Enough.”

One word.

One word, and all eyes were on me.

Mason smirked.

Fuckin’ bastard.

The door opened and a second later, Harmony was beside me. All the men stared up at her as she shook her head. “What the hell is wrong with you all?” she rasped. “A woman we all care about is in pain, and you’re all out here like stupid damn men arguing about the past, licking your fragile egos.”

I looked down at her, wanting nothing more than to kick all of them out so I could take care of Diana myself.

My sanity was at the edge of the cliff, and if this fuckin’ bullshit continued, I would jump.

“Little Song,” her husband began.

She pointed at him. “And you are just sitting on top of that horse, letting it happen, Mase,” she accused, disappointment laced in her voice.

He shut his mouth, staring at her. The twins, who now faced us, looked up at her with regret. Lance was the first one to speak. “We were—”

“The last time everyone on this ranch was fighting like this, I had just arrived,” she reminded everyone.

I looked to my boots, remembering that day, remembering her confession.

“Every single one of you didn’t trust me— not until I told you what I’d gone through,” she rasped.

Mason was off his horse, coming to her now. “Harmony.”

She ignored him. “When you learned I’d gone through hell, all of you stopped fighting,” she snapped, turning her body and gesturing to the door. “Diana is walking through the depths of her own damn hell as we speak, and this is what I come outside to find.”

My head snapped up, staring at Harmony as my insides burned me from the inside out, her words ringing in my head.

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