Page 73 of Say I'm Yours
“Yes, sir.”
“All right now, you two go off on your ride, but let’s plan to go shootin’ this week.”
I watch the man I’ve admired my whole life walk away before I turn to Trent. “You planned all of this?”
He shifts me so we’re face to face, he wraps his arms around my waist, and I lean back. “Your father has told me that story so many times. When we’d go huntin’ he would ask me my intentions—a lot. I didn’t have any other than I knew I needed you in my life. I was content with how things were, and your father didn’t push me. But after Scarlett, he wanted more for you, and then shit changed. Your sister was killed, we lost the deputy a few towns over, and I felt like if I allowed myself to love you, I’d lose you.”
I cinch his arms tighter around me, feeling a bit silly for not realizing they would have actually talked while they were on all those hunting and fishing trips. I never knew that they talked like this. Not that Trent or my dad are big sharers about what they do when they hunt. Daddy took me one time, and he told me I could never go again. Apparently, talking while in the deer stand is not a good thing. Neither is eating, having to pee, singing, or any of the other things I did in the two hours we lasted out there.
“But then I lost you. I know we’ve had breaks before, but this was different. I knew I loved you years ago, but when you didn’t say it to me again, I let it go. I thought you knew and sayin’ it wasn’t going to make a difference.”
“You were wrong.”
“I know that now.” He kisses the top of my head. “My father laid into me after the wedding. He told me that no son of his would let the woman he loved walk away so easily.”
“I’ve always loved your dad. He’s a smart man.” I smile as I say it, and I know he can hear it in my voice.
“He’s raised three idiots.”
“I think you Hennington boys aren’t half bad,” I joke.
Macie and Rhett are the epitome of marriage and strength. They’ve been together as long as my parents and have had a lot of struggles, but he still looks at her as if she’s the sun. When we were kids, we’d walk in and they’d be kissing like teenagers. It was so weird back then, but as an adult, I can appreciate that level of love.
My parents are not too far off, they just bicker a lot more and there’s no such thing as public displays of affection. My mother always thought Macie was off her rocker for that.
“You ready?” he asks.
We get the basket secured to Lightning, and Trent grabs his horse from the trailer. “Hi, Montana,” I coo as I pet the side of his neck. “You’re such a handsome boy.”
“Quit makin’ him love you.”
“Aww are you jealous?” I tease.
“Nope. Not when I know who you’ll be ridin’ tonight.”
“Trent!” I look around, afraid my mother’s sonic hearing might have heard.
“Relax.” He smirks. “You all set?”
“I’m ready if you are.” I mount Lightning and we head off. The ride is nice, although the heat is freaking brutal. It’s almost eight, so it should keep cooling down, but it’s still sticky and gross. We set a slow pace to the spot we think of as our own, and I turn to him.
“How’s your daddy doin’?”
“Not good, the doctors said we need to limit his visitors, Cayden and Logan can’t come around, and they may admit him again if this cold doesn’t clear up quickly.”
“Oh, honey.” I pause, trying to find the right words. “I’m sure your mama is watchin’ him like a hawk.”
He nods. “Let’s enjoy tonight and try not to think about this.”
I hate this, but at the same time, I understand wanting to distract yourself from the reality of life. So, that’s what I do. I distract him by talking about everything and anything I can think of.
We get to the top of the hill, and Trent helps me off Lightning. We set up a small picnic, and I smile when he takes out two sandwiches and a single slice of cake. We don’t have to talk. I am perfectly content just being with him.
After a few minutes, he shifts and grabs the wine. “Here you go.”
“Did you steal this from my parents?” I smile as I take the glass from his outstretched hand.
“I did.” He lets out a deep chuckle and pulls me onto his lap. “Your dad said I needed to be authentic.”
