Page 53 of Forget That Guy
I would fight for what I thought was right.
And that was the creed I’d lived by for the last ten years.
This mountain was our home, and we weren’t going to be letting anyone take it from us.
“You ready, old man?” Sorcha asked, tapping Major on the shoulder.
Major stood up, tossed my sister over his shoulder, and declared, “I’ll show you, old man.”
Sorcha giggled like she was a teen and not an almost fifty-year-old.
Hux came out moments later with a grin on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing.” Hux grinned so cheesily that it made my teeth grit. “Just talking to Joe about what ‘grandpa’ name you were going to be called.”
I flipped him off and headed outside, checking on the animals one last time.
I was giving some extra love to Applesauce and her foal when the door to the barn’s bathroom opened and Holly stepped out in a towel and nothing else.
We both froze.
“Uh, hi.” She smiled tentatively. “Night.”
I closed my eyes, trying really fucking hard to forget the way she looked all wet and slippery, but didn’t manage it.
It was like the view was permanently etched into my brain, right at the front, where I could think about it for all time.
TWELVE
I wish being a bitch paid the bills.
—Holly’s secret thoughts
HOLLY
It was hard to hold on to my anger toward a man who I could tell did everything he did for a good reason.
It was even harder to hold on to that anger when that same man that’d stolen so much from me gave me just as much back.
To say that my head was a confused mess would be an understatement.
It only kept getting more and more swirled up in confusion as I arrived at work and found out that I had a coffee there waiting for me, as well as a couple of Danishes from Reyelle’s.
“Thank you.” I smiled at Gena.
“Don’t thank me.” Gena grinned. “Boss man’s brother got it for you. He was here for all of point two five seconds before he was out the door again. He said ‘this is for Quad Shot’ and hightailed it out of here like he was late.”
My heart thawed just that much more toward Denver.
He’d had a meeting in town with the town council so he could fight with them on water rights as well as the plans to build a ski resort when there were already two resorts, two towns over.
He wanted to be able to water his cows—which was completely understandable. The town council wanted to divert the water to a tributary that would then run water through a new ski resort.
To say that Denver was pissed would be comical.
He was way more than pissed.
