Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“You’re the only sexy cowboy I know.”
Beckett kisses my temple, then my forehead. “Good answer. I’m sorry I couldn’t come to town, Irish.”
“Hey, you’re busy. I get it. The boys didn’t mind giving me a ride. Now.” I snatch his hat off his head and settle it on mine. “I think we should get you inside and directly into the shower. You’re filthy.”
His slow and sexy smile makes my nipples harden.
“Is that right?”
“It is, Mr. Blackwell.”
“I might need some help reaching all the nooks and crannies.”
“I am a capable shower attendant,” I inform him, squeaking in surprise when he easily lifts me into his arms. Riley barks and hurries after us. “Why are you carrying me?”
“I have to dirty you up, too, Irish. It’s only fair.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
LEWIS A.K.A. THE ARSEHOLE
She’s in Montana?
Scowling, I stare at the photos on my screen. Surely, the love of my life, my tiny dancer, would never live in barbaric Montana.
It’s unthinkable.
It’s ridiculous.
But as I read the report, it seems that it’s true. My tiny dancer moved to Montana and opened a … dance school?
No.
I shake my head and sit back, staring in disbelief as I hit play on a video and watch my girl through the front windows of a building, teaching little brats to dance.
“She left me for that?”
There are more images. Skyla in a bookstore, in a coffee shop, and buying groceries. But the next to last image has my blood boiling and the red haze of fury moving over my eyes.
She’s in the arms of that man from the charity dinner. She’s laughing and staring up at him like he hung the goddamn moon.
And in the very last image, he’s kissing her.
“No.”
I close the laptop and tap my fingers on it before I yank it up and throw it against the wall, breaking it in half.
After everything I’ve done for her, this is what she does? I stand and cross to the windows, shove my hands in my pockets, and stare outside.
It seems I’ll be going to Montana.
And my tiny dancer will pay for every mile she put between us. She’s going to pay for every minute I’ve been without her.
And that fucker who has his hands on her is going to die.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
SKYLA
“I can’t believe it’s time for you to go to London already,” Erin Wild says as her little girl, Holly, twirls around my floor with her friends. “The past month flew by.”
“I can’t believe how fast the time has gone,” I agree and smile at Dani as she joins us. She wraps her arm around my waist and gives me a wee hug. “You know, I rarely get nervous before a performance, but I can admit that I’m terrified this time.”
“Don’t be,” Erin assures me as she rubs her hand up and down my back. Aye, I love this community I’ve found myself in. “You’re a brilliant performer. I saw you once in New York City when I went with my family on vacation.”
I blink at her in surprise. “You never told me that.”
“I didn’t want to make it weird.” She shrugs. “I come from a famous family, and I know that sometimes people say awkward things. But I can confidently tell you that I’ve seen you in action, and you have nothing to worry about, my friend.”
I’m reminded almost daily how wonderful it is to be a part of Bitterroot Valley and the friends I’ve made here.
“Thank you.” I take a deep breath. “We leave tomorrow.”
“Dani said that the whole family is going?” Erin asks, and Dani nods.
“They are, yes. I was afraid to ask it of them, if I’m being honest. I knew I wanted Beck there. Having the rest of his family would have been a dream, but asking it of them felt like an imposition.”
“Yeah, going to Europe to watch my insanely talented friend dance for the freaking king and queen is a huge pain in our ass.” Dani shakes her head at me. “Honey, we love you. You’re part of us now. If Beckett loses his mind and ever lets you go, we’re keeping you and sending him out to pasture.”
Okay, that makes me giggle.
“I love all of you, too,” I reply and lean over to kiss her cheek.
“How are things with Beck?” Erin asks.
“They’re amazing. We’re in love. I never would have expected that I’d have to move all the way to Montana to find the man I’m supposed to be with, but that’s what happened.”
“It’s romantic,” Erin replies. “And I’m so happy for you. We’ll be watching you here, I promise. We’re all rooting for you. Don’t stress, it’s going to be amazing. And when you get home, we’ll have a big party to celebrate.”
Home. When I get home.
Because Bitterroot Valley is absolutely my home.
“Thank you.”
Erin smiles and then gathers her daughter and the two of them leave.