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“You seem to think it’s so easy. Why can’t you move here?”
I spear a hand through my hair. “My entire life is in LA. I can’t write TV shows from here.”
“And I can’t run the ranch from LA.”
I go to her, taking her hands in mine. “It doesn’t have to be the ranch. Don’t you see how incredible you are?”
“But I can’t leave, Blake. Don’t you get it? I’m the only one here to help.”
“You can hire someone.”
“It’s not the same thing. This is a family-run ranch, and I don’t want to turn it over to some person who won’t love it like I do.”
“Nothing I say is going to make you change your mind?”
A lone tear slips down Gemma’s face. “I think we were kidding ourselves if we ever thought we could make this work.”
“I really don’t want to leave,” I confess.
“I don’t want you to leave.” At the break in her voice, I pull her into my arms.
Soft, sweet Gemma.
Sassy, sexy Gemma.
My cowgirl.
The person I’ve fallen for.
Fuck.
I don’t know how it happened, but I’m head over heels for this woman. The one who just turned me down.
“We still have tomorrow,” I whisper.
“Won’t that only make it harder?”
She’s right. Fuck, I know she’s right. But right now? I’m greedy. I want every single second I can get with her.
I don’t want the last time I see her to be a fight over who should move where.
I want to slide inside her heat one last time. To remember every stitch of pleasure etched onto her face. To hear her cries and gasps. To feel her fingers digging into me, urging me on.
I want it all.
“I don’t care. I want you, Gemma. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.”
Gemma steps back, linking her hand in mine. She doesn’t take those sad brown eyes off of me as she leads me back into my bedroom.
Our kisses are slow. We take our time with each other. Licking and savoring the other’s body.
We put everything we’re feeling into this last time. Every ounce of sadness and pleasure and love. It’s all mingling together as we come together.
And when I wake up in the morning?
She’s gone.
Taking my heart with her.
