Bedroom
3:50 P.M.
I was blue, unable to keep Gray out of my mind. And I missed my barn and my giant collage. Frankly, I wanted to drive back to Glock Ranch just to spend the next eight hours on Master/Servant, working with the vellum and embossing materials. I craved nothing more, to tell the truth. My mind drifted to the piece that I’d planned to give Gray on our wedding day: two men with the sunset, foliage, and clouds. The urge to labor over the artwork was grating on my nerves.
I wasn’t about to lie to myself about Gray, either. I missed him with all my heart and soul, and I felt sharply how much I loved him. To fight Toby the way I did, to lose my mind enough to use my fists like a juvenile, was proof that I was head-over-heels in love with the cowboy. We were soul mates, I knew. W
