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And I’d prove it to her by keeping her kid alive for the next two days.

ChapterTen

Moira

Day waved at me from Grant’s front porch, the farmhouse rising around and above him like a fortress of white-washed siding. The metal roof gleamed in the early morning sunlight, and I felt my eyes begin to water as my mind went over everything that could go wrong the second I pulled out of the driveway.

“He’s gonna be fine,” Grant said with a smile that had my chest tightening with the same longing I’d been ignoring for weeks now. I was sitting in the driver’s seat of my Jeep, clutching the steering wheel for dear life while Grant leaned against the door, his arms crossed as he tilted his head to talk to me through the open window. “Try to enjoy your break.”

“It’s not a break,” I argued, swallowing against the apprehension tightening my throat. “It’s a work trip.”

“You’ll be alone for the first time since he’s been born, I reckon.”

I gave Grant a look, but then my expression softened. I was unable to stay annoyed with him for very long, not when he was so ruggedly handsome. Not with that boyish grin plastered on his face.

And not with the newfound trust I’d been forced to put in him after he’d finally confronted me about that night in the bunkhouse.

He reached into his pocket, looking down at whatever he was holding in his hand before he gently reached into the car and handed me a folded-up piece of paper. I arched my brow at him and peeled it open, then glanced back up at him, shocked.

“No,” I said firmly.

“Yeah,” he replied wryly, winking at me as he pushed away from the Jeep.

“This isn’t necessary!”

“You sure? You’re not even a little tempted—”

“You booked me a spa day, Grant,” I ground out, but I was unable to hide the way my mouth twitched into a threat of an excited smile.

“And a room at a bed and breakfast,” he mused, eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached back into the car and pointed at the bottom of the paper. “Deluxe king suite, I might add. It wasn’t cheap.”

“Oh, shut up,” I grumbled, fighting a grin as I tossed the paper into the passenger seat. “Why?”

“Because you need it,” he said, still leaning through the window. He was so close I could reach out and run my fingertips over the sharp curve of his jaw if I wanted to. I clutched the steering wheel instead, trying not to inhale his intoxicating scent fully before he finally retreated and slapped the hood of the Jeep on his way to the porch.

“Do not,” I shouted, “do anything stupid while I’m gone!”

“We’ll be fine!” Grant shouted back, crossing his arms over his chest as he shrugged. “I have two full days of activities planned.”

I rolled down the passenger window and glared at Grant before asking, “What exactly are you planning to do?”

Grant looked down at an excited Day, nudging him with his elbow.

“Ever shot a target while on horseback, kid?”

Day’s eyes widened, his mouth curving into a beaming smile.

“Absolutely fucking not!” I hollered.

Day was jumping up and down, but Grant was just staring at me, which had me suddenly on edge.

“I’m going to stay,” I said, shaking my head.

Grant only shook his head and tapped Day on the shoulder, motioning for him to follow him into the house. Day waved once more, then turned and bolted into the house, his shouts of excitement fading.

My heart squeezed in my chest, panic settling in the pit of my stomach.

“We’re fine, Moira. He’s gonna be fine. Go,” Grant said, nodding at me.

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