Page 46 of Cowboy Superstar

Windsor’s chest rose and fell as he led her to the enclosed UTV to drive them back to the house.

“Since when?”

He laughed and squeezed her hand before opening her door for her. “My lady.”

“Since when?” she repeated, stopping to face him.

“Since you tried to jump me in the pool barn and it nearly killed me to say no.”

“No way.”

He nodded. “I knew then that if it were up to me, you’d never be going back to LA without my ring on your finger.”

She sucked in a breath and heaved it out. “So, that’s … that’s been your plan all along?”

“It’d be helpful if it was your plan too. Preferably you not going back to LA without me by your side. Not just with a ring. And if I’m being fully honest, preferably just to pack your stuff and have it sent here.”

Windsor blinked several times as she stared at his handsome face. He was serious. Totally and completely serious.

“You look surprised, Win. I haven’t exactly been subtle about my intentions.”

“I just … thought you’d want to date for a while.”

His chest bounced under his white wedding shirt as he chuckled. “No way. I know what I want. I’ve waited a long time. You’re spending every night in my bed. We eat every meal together. We work out together. We shower together. And I don’t see myself ever getting enough of you. Why wouldn’t I want to make that permanent as soon as possible? I don’t want to go back to a life without you, Win. I love doing life with you.”

“You haven’t even told me you loved me yet,” she said.

“Yes, I have.”

“What?” Shock blew through her. “When?”

“In the shower. After the moonlight river scene. When we decided I’d still be a stud at eighty.”

“Oh my God.” She blinked twice more. “You meant that.”

“I told you. I only say what I mean.”

Win was dumbstruck. He loved her. He planned to marry her.

Laughter bubbled up from within her, and she wondered if this was what joy felt like. She lifted her gaze to his again. “I’m in love with you too.”

His smile was brilliant, and his aquamarine gaze shone as though lit from within. “I know, but I’m really glad you’ve finally figured it out.”

CHAPTER 27

As they sat down for lunch—chicken on salads for both of them and a side of rice pilaf for Bo—Windsor knew she was going to have to tell him the secret she’d been carrying since her parents’ deaths. Things had moved so fast that she hadn’t really thought about the unexploded bombshell her father had left behind.

She’d only told her lawyers because she wasn’t sure what else to do. In the haze of grief following their plane crash, she’d stumbled upon it when she was going through their things before the estate sale.

In an old trunk in the attic that hadn’t been opened in decades, the damning truth had stared back at her in the form of a script from a very famous movie. Her father’s first massive blockbuster. The one that had solidified him as a luminary of a writer and director.

Windsor waited until the click of the side door indicated Marta had left the house.

“You going to eat?”

She caught Bo’s assessing gaze on her.

“I have to tell you something. Before … before we go any further.”