answers in other womenâs beds. Savannah was the only answer heâd ever wanted or needed.
But right now he was needed elsewhere, not here, giving in to his own desires.
Cruz struggled to hold himself back. He knew that if he gave in to the ever-increasing wave of desire within him, if he even kissed Savannah, heâd be sunk.
He couldnât afford to let that happen. There was so much to do today.
Very gently, he took hold of the arms around his neck and untangled himself from her. He saw the confusion, the disappointment in her eyes and felt something twist within his gut.
But sheâd been his wife for over five years now. She understood about this life they led. What was required. âHoney, I just canât today. Iâve got five new horses coming in.â
Frustrated beyond words, she wanted to scream, to rant. For the first time in her life, she wanted to throw a full-scale tantrum. âAnd you have to greet them personally?â
He tried to put his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off. They were back in their corners again. âSavannah, you know better than that.â
Stepping away from him, she sighed. âYes, I know better than that.â
He couldnât stand to see the sadness in her eyes. Allowing himself one final moment before hurrying out the door, Cruz paused to take her chin in his hand. Tilting her head back just a little, he lightly brushed his lips over hers.
âSoon,â he promised. âJust be patient a bit longer.â
âWhat choice do I have?â Savannah murmured, feeling dejected. She saw another endless, frustrating, lonely day stretch out in front of her. A day without Cruz. She dearly loved her son, but she needed a break from him. A break from him and time with her husband. But that wasnât going to happen.
Her eyes met Cruzâs, willing him to stay. âI love you.â
âAnd I love you,â he told her. âThis is all for you, you know that. For you and Luke.â Grabbing his hat, he started to leave the kitchen.
âNo,â she said sadly to his back. âItâs all for you. Because I could live in a mud hut, as long as you were right there beside me.â
Wearily, Cruz spun on his heel to look at her. She was spouting romantic nonsense and he was in no mood for it. âNo,â he said evenly, âyou couldnât. Because you canât wear mud, you canât eat mud, you canât hand a bucket of mud to the doctor. It takes money, Savannah. Everything takes money and Iâm earning it the only way I know how.âAnd he was getting damn tired of having to justify himself to her on top of everything else he had to do. âGo call one of my sisters. Take that bubble bath,â he instructed. âYouâll feel better.â
She said nothing as the sound of his boots receding on the wooden floor echoed through the silent house. The next moment, she heard the front door closing.
âNo, I wonât,â she countered. âThe only thing that will make me feel better is knowing that youâre still in love with me.â
And she had grave doubts about that. Doubts that her giving in to her heart and marrying Cruz had been the right thing to do, after all.
Maybe she had made a mistake.
Sheâd held out in the beginning because she hadnât wanted what her parents had had. Theirs was a marriage forged by guilt, held together by desperation, and eventually disintegrated by mutual loathing. All because theyâd set out to âdo the right thingâ in the beginning. Her mother had been pregnant with her when she and her father had gotten married, and not a day went by in her childhood that they allowed her to forget it. To forget that she was the reason for their misery.
She had grown up feeling responsible for generating the unhappiness of not just one person, but two. Sheâd also grown up vowing that when it was her turn, she was not going to