Nash’s stomach slammed to his boots as he watched Emily’s hair fly around her. She turned to look back at him, not sparing him from that penetrating hazel-eyed gaze until she disappeared over the hill.
He loved this woman more than ever.
He felt numb. He stood where she’d left him. There was no reason to go about eating, sleeping, walking, breathing, being without her. Dang! If this is how it felt only separated for a few minutes, then he was in for a lot of suffering.
His mind screamed for the trivial, anything that he could concentrate on that would get his mind off of this pain. What had Eva’s text said anyway? Whatever it had been, it had inspired her to drive down here and raise the devil with her meddling because he hadn’t answered it. He hunted around his jeans pocket for his phone and stared at the screen.
“I need your advice. What would you do to win the love of your life?” she’d asked.
Her words felt like a punch in the gut. For some reason her text got through his haze of pain, like a riddle that he needed to untangle.
What would he do? What could he do? The hardest thing was the right thing, Porter had said; everything else just fell into place. And if that wasn’t enough material to torment his thoughts, Emily’s pep talk was the next thing to flash through his mind:“You’re Nash, so do what Nash does best.”
He knew what that meant. Nash had done it every day of his life, riding all over the Harvest Ranch hills in his truck, stirring up trouble.
What a fool he’d been. A slow grin took over his frozen lips, one of the angriest ones of his life, full of vengeance against these people who thought that they could beat him into submission. They might’ve lost him his future with Emily, but he’d make them sorry for tangling with him.
It was time to stir up some trouble.