CHAPTER FIVE
GAVIN
TWO MONTHS LATER
I’ve been working at the ranch for three months, and I thought Maize would’ve admitted she remembered us being together by now, but she hasn’t budged. I’ve helped her in the kitchen a few times, but she went back to pretending I didn’t exist afterward. Though I don’t have time to play her childish games, I’ve come to accept Maize Bishop’s stubborn as hell.
Way more stubborn than most of the wild horses I’ve trained.
I try not to let it bother me, but every time I see her, memories of her soft skin pressed against mine flash through my head. It’s damn near impossible not to think about when she’s around. I could understand if she was embarrassed or even regretted being with me, but why lie? I’m determined to find out, even if it takes me years.
Now
