Page 101 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

I cried. They cried. The babies cried.

Even Kian looked misty, and that man doesn’t seem like the type to do misty.

And finally, I catch my grandpa in his boxers with a secret girlfriend, whose vibe is pin-up librarian with a penchant for chamomile tea and seduction.

So yeah.

It’s been a hell of a day.

And I should be overwhelmed.

I should be reeling.

I should be two steps out the door with a packed bag and a one-way bus ticket to anywhere but here.

But I’m not.

Because through all the chaos, confusion, and emotional whiplash, I’ve come to a truth so deep it roots right into the core of me.

I’m not running from this.

Not from the wildness.

Not from the unknown.

Not from Kian.

Because somewhere between the laughter and the tears, the shocks and the sweetness, I realize this isn’t the end of my story.

It’s the beginning.

And I’m not watching it happen from the sidelines.

I’m walking into it.

Head high, heart open, and ready to fight for the kind of love most people only ever dream about.

“Yeah, that was something, huh?” Kian says, that crooked grin of his flashing like a switchblade made of pure sin.

It hits me dead center, slicing right through my composure.

God help me.

I’m toast.

I stare at him, my whole chest aching with want, but also with something more grounded.

Something real.

Something brave.

Because yeah, I’m scared.

Scared of what this means.

Scared of the Rut.

Scared of what might happen to him. To us.

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