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Wyatt Logan makes a competitive Olympic sport out of it, like he’s going for the gold every time.
I wipe my eyes and stand up slowly, knowing the lack of blood flow to my brain might make me lightheaded.
It does.
I steady myself and blink the stars from my vision.
Overwhelmed by all the emotions in my system, I’m tempted to get dressed and make my escape.
But Wyatt’s promise rings in my ears.“Join me in the shower when you’re ready, and I’ll take care of you.”
I’d be a psychopath not to take him up on that. Plus, it’s Wyatt, naked, wet in the shower. No living, breathing woman could walk away from that.
Inhaling all my courage and gathering as much strength in my limbs as possible, I make my way to the shower. Where I let Wyatt Logan take care of me.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
wyatt
“CAN I SHOW YOU SOMETHING?”
I glance down to where Ivy’s warm, naked body is snuggled in my arms. “Pretty sure you just showed me everything, dirty girl.”
Even though she agreed to stay another night so she could have one last Sunday dinner with my family, we’re still running out of time. We’ve been making love nonstop, as if it will prevent the inevitable. I’ve decided that, tonight, I’m going to lay myself bare and beg her to stay. To consider remaining in the cabin rent-free long-term and seeing where this goes. Or if she’s ready, she can move in with me tomorrow. As far as I’m concerned, I know where this is going. And I’m never going to be able to let her go.
She rolls her eyes as she sits up. “It’s something for you. Well, for the ranch really. But maybe it’s dumb. I don’t know. It was just a thought.”
“Let’s see it, baby.”
She leans across me to grab her laptop from the nightstand. I watch as she boots it up and opens a web page on herscreen. At first glance, I see the title in big, bold letters. Smart Systems Feeding, Tracking, and Irrigation Automation.
“So, I was thinking,” Ivy says softly, “and researching. Because I know you don’t like to go to the bull pasture and you’re working twelve-to fifteen-hour days, checking the feeding and watering systems for the animals and the soil.” She pauses and clicks a few tabs on the screen. “Some of this would solve your issue by not having to physically have hands in every pasture. They even have electronic cattle tracking. There’s also a camera setup available so you can make sure your feeding systems are working properly. You can access them from your phone.”
I’m familiar with what she’s suggesting, and if we had the money, we’d already own it. But the fact that she cares enough to research this—just to try and make my life easier—hits me square in the chest.
“My dad was as old-fashioned as they come. So was my granddad. They didn’t believe any of this was true ranching.” Ivy lowers her gaze, so I rush on, “But I think it’s working smarter, not harder, in a time when it’s hard enough to find help.” I kiss her gently on the forehead. “At the moment, it’s a little out of my price range. But it’s definitely on the wish list for the future.”
Just like you are.
“Maybe try it in one section of the ranch first, like the bull pasture,” she offers. “See how you like it before investing fully. On the site, it says they offer trial periods with reduced payments.”
I stare at her. I’ve never had a woman give two shits about this ranch. Mostly, they want some dick, an occasional date, to be seen on my arm in town.
This one not only gets her hands dirty, but she cares with her whole heart.
“I’ll look into it, Hollywood. In the meantime, we need to be at the house for dinner, like, now. Get your cute ass in the shower, and I’ll be back in a bit to pick you up.”
I give said ass a solid smack when she climbs over me. The look in her eyes as she glances over her shoulder almost has me pulling her back into the bed. But I need to make some calls, check a few things on the property, and get cleaned up, too, so I let her go.
It’s only once I’m dressed and about to head out that I glance back at the computer screen.
The system she researched is the highest-rated one, and I know a few locals who’ve used it. I scroll down, looking for the fine print on the trial period, but somehow, a flick of my finger closes the web browser, and another document is on the screen. The font is odd, and it’s a ton of text. It takes my eyes a second to adjust. But when they do, I realize it’s Ivy’s latest screenplay.
My heart swells with pride. She said she had been blocked before coming here, but that she’d been inspired lately. I tried not to let that go to my head—either of them—but, hell, it did. I couldn’t help it. If orgasms got my girl writing, then I was happy to help.
I’m grinning, wondering if she’s writing a cowboy romance and planning to give her hell because the lead sounds a lot more like Isaac than me, until I come across a scene I recognize.
Rhyland, her male lead, says word for word everything I did when I told her about where the three creeks meet, about my father, about my family.
