Grayson POV
We’re sitting in the living room, the girls looking at me expectantly, so I start to speak, honestly from my heart
“Her hair smells like cherries. When she smiles, her genuine smile, her eyes sparkle. You know she can dress, but when she gets on Star, with her tight jeans and flannel shirt, hugging her perfect body in all the right places she takes my breath away. She doesn’t just do something for the sake of doing it. Every question, every task has a deeper purpose or meaning. She gives without thinking, she never wants anything back. When she said we’re going to use vets as ranch hands I was skeptical, but she made it work. She sees the world in a way that amazes me every time, although she’s seen, no lived through the ugly she refuses to become resentful” I look at them an
