Page 104 of Untamed
A bull that fades during a ride moves backward while simultaneously spinning or bucking in one or more directions.
Reid shoves me. “You better fucking do something about that.” He points to Maesyn and Henry. “Or I’m going to. That’s bullshit and you know it.”
For such a quiet guy most of the time, he sure has a lot to say now, doesn’t he? I snort, downing my fifth shot in the last two minutes. “She made her choice.”
He shoves me harder. “You either walk out of this bar and go get her or I’m going to, and you’re not going to like what happens next.” He raises an eyebrow and goes for what he knows will get a rise out of me. “Is this who you want your son thinking his dad is?”
I drop the shot glass in my hand and shove Reid back. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I clench my hands and squeeze my eyes tight. There’s an emptiness inside me knowing I’ve been so blind. My stomach rolls and there’s a really good chance I might vomit.
What have I done? More importantly, did I just drive her into the arms of another man all because of my goddamn pride?
Anger shoots through me and I think of her in my truck singing “Friends in Low Places” at the top of her lungs and Ty losing a bet to her about how many tacos she could eat. I think of him wearing those fake eyelashes for an entire day and the way she giggled every time he batted his eyelashes as her. I think of rain storms and midnight, sunrises and sunsets . . . and the way she looked holding Wyatt when he fell asleep in her arms.
Ican’tlose this girl. I fucking can’t.
Fuck this. She’s mine.
