that. I understand a lot of things, Cruz.â She enunciated each word carefully. âLike if we donât work at this marriage, itâs not going to make it.â
Marriages didnât take work, Cruz thought. They were what you sought shelter in from work. His parents had done that. Marriage was what was supposed to keep you sane in a world that often overwhelmed you. âWhat are you talking about?â he demanded.
Savannah put the pot down on the stove a little too hard. The noise reverberated through the kitchen. âUs, Cruz. Iâm talking about us.â She felt a sob hitch in her throat. With effort, she did her best to keep it down. âExcept that there is no âusâ anymore, thereâs just Luke and me, and you and the ranch.â
Cruz never could understand the drama that overtook women. He was sorry heâd fallen asleep last night. Heâd really wanted to be with her. But she was making far too much of the incident. After all, he hadnât done it on purpose. He was just tired. âYouâre talking crazy, Savannah.â
His accusation stung. Eyes blazing, Savannah planted her fists on her hips, fighting a strong urge to take a swing at him.
What was happening to her? She felt as if she was falling apart. âAm I? Well, maybe thatâs what single wives do.â
âSingle wives?â Now she really was talking crazy. âWhat the hell is that?â
âWomen who are married but never see their husbands.â She glared at him accusingly. âMe, Cruz, me.â
He spread his hands, at a complete loss how to deal with this. âNever see their husbands? Then what is this?â He gestured to himself.
She threw up her own hands in exasperation. âA hologram for all I know. Someone who stops to have a piece of toast in the morning before leaving and comes home at night too tired to talk, too tired to spend time with me or with Luke.â
Theyâd danced to this tune before. He didnât have time for it. âI said Iâll make it up to you. To both of you.â He took a breath, trying again. He hadnât waited here just for her to argue. Heâd wanted to clear the air, not pollute it with anger. âJust wait until things slow up a little. Iâm good for it.â
Savannah laughed shortly, shaking her head. And where had she heard that before?
âAt the moment youâre so far in arrears, youâd have to spend every waking minute with us from now until Christmas to make up for all the lost time. Oh, wait, thatâs notpossible because as soon as youâre awake, youâre outside with your horses.â
She looked at him, angry tears threatening to fall. Desperate to regain her footing in his life, to have things the way they were before they began to fall apart, she moved toward him.
âIf it was a woman, Cruz, Iâd know what to do. Iâd find a way to compete with her. But I canât compete with a ranch, with a dream. I donât know how.â
As subtly as he could, he glanced at his watch. He was already late. Heâd hung around in the hopes that sheâd come down so that he could apologize to her. That obviously wasnât going too well.
Heâd certainly had better ideas, Cruz decided, upbraiding himself.
Women had always been a mystery to him. They were soft and accommodating, and heâd sought pleasure in them while giving them pleasure. For him, that was enoughâuntil heâd fallen for Savannah.
Theyâd been so in sync before. He didnât know how their relationship had become so unraveled.
âThere is no competition, Savannah,â he assured her. âYou always come first. You and Luke. Itâs just that if I slack off, weâre going to fall behind. Bankers and all the people who expect to be paid every month donât like excuses.â
âAfter a while, neither do I.â
He sighed, at the end of his rope. He wanted the
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