Moved by that, she whispered, “You’re a very special man, Garrett McCray.”
“And I love a very special woman.”
“Can you add one more thing to that long list?”
“Sure.”
“Will you heat some water and make me some bark tea? My leg hurts like hell.”
He smiled. “Be right back.”
He walked to the door.
“Garrett.”
He turned.
“I’m glad you’re back. I’ve missed you terribly.”
He gave her a wink and left the room.
Alone, Spring wiped at her wet eyes. She’d cried more in the past week than she had in years, but she felt no shame. She now had her land, her horses, and a man who loved her for herself. He even made tea. She was content.