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That I’m not just a fling, or a notch on his belt?

He raises his head to meet my gaze.

“I hope it never ends.”

Chapter Seventeen

Blue

I watch the doubtmake her chew on the inside of her cheek.

She’s so young and vulnerable.

Is this really what she needs? Some old cowboy who wants to keep her for himself?

Am I doing the right thing in wanting her to stay?

Fuck. I don’t want to be the reason she goes.

If she outgrows me, I’ll have to just cross that bridge later.

For now, I’m going to selfishly enjoy every moment she’s mine.

Mine.

That makes my cock twitch against the mattress.

Nestled here between her thighs with her under me is the first time I’ve felt any kind of tug in my chest.

I’ve always been the one getting up and leaving.

But the thought of walking away from her…hurts.

I’m not strong enough to push her away.

“Blue?” Her fingers stroke up and down my ribs leaving trails of goosebumps. “My dad is going to sell Millie.”

I raise my head enough to see the pain pinching her eyes.

“Tell me more about your investor. Are they reputable?” I’m torn even more now.

Part of me wants to support her in anything she does.

Yet the selfish as fuck side of me is lured by the dairy closing so I can keep her all to myself.

Who am I kidding? She’d be miserable as hell without the farm.

She lives and breathes it.

Then she snorts and giggles, shaking my chest.

“Yea, it’s Mason. He said we could work out a lease plan. I’d sell him the cows, but I’d get to keep them and run the dairy. Then over time, I’d buy them back in either calves or interest.” Her chin tips up with a long sigh. “But Dad said ‘no’.”

Lying over her naked body, her skin still flushed with the after effects of her orgasms…it makes it impossible to not feel my temper rise towards her father.

Am I making my choice? Libby over Clay?

Brushing away the lone tear that crests from her blue eyes with my thumb, there’s no question in my mind.

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