Catching the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #2) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,71

and then you basically ghosted me. If it hadn’t been for my brother telling me, I would’ve thought something horrible happened to you. It made me feel like I was just another hookup, and it meant nothing to you. For hours, I racked my brain on what went wrong, but all along, it was you being selfish. I poured my heart out to you, which you know wasn’t easy for me, yet you still didn’t feel the need to tell me what was going on. The moment I found out the truth, from someone who wasn’t you, is the moment you walked away. And that’s okay. I’ll be just fine, and so will you.”

“I should’ve told you,” he says. “For that, I’m so goddamn sorry. I was so scared this would ruin us, and it looks like I fucked it up anyway.” He lifts his hat, runs his fingers through his hair, then sets it back on. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. What can I do to fix this?”

Blinking, I stare at his lips, then back to his green eyes. “At this point? Nothing.” My mind’s made up. “If he’s your son, you’ll be talking to her all the time, and what if you start seeing her differently or she starts having feelings for you? I’d constantly feel like I’m getting in the way of you being with your son and you two being a family. Then we all risk getting hurt, and I won’t be the other woman in this scenario. I’m sorry, Adam.” I turn and begin walking down the trail.

“Row,” I hear him say, but I don’t stop. “Rowan, please give me another chance.” I keep moving forward, knowing I can’t turn around because I may not be strong enough to deny his pleas. This is the right thing to do with what’s going on in his life. Leaving him before he can leave me is what has to happen because deep down, it feels inevitable.

As I continue putting one foot in front of the other, tears begin to fall in streams. A week ago, I would’ve never imagined I’d be breaking it off with him, but here we are. From now on, I’ll guard my heart with everything I am and not trust men so easily. Not even those who I’ve known nearly all my life.

Chapter Fifteen

DIESEL

It’s been one week since the paternity test, and the results come right on time. I call Chelsea when I receive them to let her know. Dawson’s mine, but after seeing him in the flesh, there were no doubts. He’s a mini version of me, down to his eye color. When she gets off work later in the day, she calls me back.

“I was thinking that maybe you and Dawson could come out and visit the ranch soon,” I suggest.

There’s silence on the other line.

“Ya there?” I ask.

There’s hesitation in her voice. “Yeah, I just don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Chelsea, it’s really important to me. I want him to know my roots, where I grew up, what I do for a living. Who knows, he might enjoy the ranch life much better than the city life anyway.”

“No,” she snaps. “See, this is what I was afraid of, that you’d expect me to uproot my entire life and move away from my family to Texas. Maybe this—”

“Hey. I’m not asking you to move here. I just want you to visit for the weekend. I have a spare bedroom you two can stay in. I’ll show you around the ranch and introduce you to my family and friends. I haven’t told my parents yet, but I know they’re gonna be super excited to know they’re grandparents. They’ll want to spoil him rotten.”

She lets out a ragged breath. “Okay, but we can really only come for a weekend. I’ll have to fly out late Friday afternoon after I get off work and leave Sunday. I don’t have many vacation days left.”

“I understand. Let me know the details, and I’ll be happy to book it for you. And Chelsea?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for giving me a chance to be his father,” I tell her.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for wanting to be. He deserves a good man in his life.”

“I know you’re concerned about it and probably think me finding out is a mistake, but I’m gonna do the best I can. I really don’t know how to be a parent, but I want my son to know me,