Page 41 of Falling For Her Cowboy
“Well, I appreciate it,” Melah said.
Some of the guys got together and started coming up with a plan of patrolling.
Andy and Buck shouted out other announcements before releasing those who wanted to leave. The hairs on the back of Melah’s neck rose. She glanced over her shoulder, feeling as if someone was watching her. She glanced around, and her gaze met a familiar set of blue eyes.
Ridge.
And he was pissed. He pushed off the side of the barn and stalked toward her. Melah swallowed hard and watched him. Another figure trailed behind him who had an inch on him in height and wider.
Draven.
Melah felt like a deer caught in headlights as the Harvey brothers made their way to her. Sheat first thought about turning around and scurrying away, but she was no coward. She could handle Ridge and him being upset.
Draven, on the other hand, with his dark, threatening look, she was ready to sprint away from that man. No amount of military training would prepare her to face him in a dark alley.
“Ridge,” she said.
He stopped in front of her. She had never seen him look like this.
He reached for her and cupped her face in his hand.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he growled.
Draven silently came to stand next to them. His gaze flicked back and forth between them. Something dawned in his eyes. He remained quiet and folded his arms.
“What are you talking about?” She glanced around, and all eyes were on them.
He tightened his hold on her.
“When this happened, why didn’t you call me?” Ridge demanded. His chest was rising and falling fast. There was a slight flush to his skin. He glared at her.
“Everything happenedso fast. Aimee called Buck who then called your dad. Everything was taken care of,” she explained.
But he shook his head and brought her closer to him. If there was any question on whether or not there was something going on between them, it was now answered for the entire ranch to know.
“And you didn’t think to call me?” he asked.
She inhaled sharply and rested a hand on his chest to try to calm him down. “Can we talk about this in private?”
He blinked as if forgetting they had an audience. He jerked his head in a nod and took her by the hand. He spun on his heels and tugged her behind him, leading her away.
Her heart raced. Ridge was upset because she hadn’t called him. With the way he gripped her hand, she didn’t utter a word. She was left speechless by him. They arrived at his truck that was parked out front with Draven who’d remained a few steps behind them.
Ridge spun on her and faced her again.
“Now tell me everything.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ridge felt his brother’s eyes on him, but he couldn’t look at him. All he could see was Melah who had a confused expression in her eyes. Hearing that someone had broken into the women’s bunkhouse while she’d been in the shower had him seeing red. Something didn’t sit right with him. There had never been any incidents like this on the ranch. Who would be bold enough to come on their property and then vandalize a building?
Even though Melah had confirmed nothing had been taken, he could tell it was directed at her. Only her room? Something was going on, and he wanted her to tell him everything.
“Now, I want to know what is really going on. You know something,” he said through gritted teeth.
Draven moved over to the front of his truck and leaned back as if to appear casual, but Ridge knew his brother. He may not be looking at them, but he was listening to every word.
“There’s not much more than what we told the deputy. My room was ransacked and nothing was missing. We don’t even know how they got in. The doors were locked when we checked,” she said.
