Chapter Twenty-Five
Cash stood contemplating the black expanse of Lake Michigan. Far below, the lights of Navy Pier blinked like a beacon. How many nights and days had he stood in this very spot contemplating his life and examining it like a Rubik’s Cube? Tonight was no different. Kate was going to go back to Nashville. He could feel it. The pain of it seared through him. And what killed him? Made the ache gunk up his throat so he couldn’t swallow? He wouldn’t try and stop her.
He couldn’t.
She wanted a partner, not a protector. She wanted cowboy Cash, not bodyguard Deuce. He wanted to be both. Needed to be both. He would always be a warrior. He might also be a lover, and a not-half-bad rancher, but he’d never stop trying to protect the people he loved. Including Kate. But if she didn’t
