Chapter 59

The large room had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Glock Ranch. Rich woods and shades of brown gave the room a masculine feel. The cherry-wood California king-size bed was piled with royal blue bedding. The room also boasted reading chairs and a matching sofa by the famous Stockton County furniture designer David Redmond, my personal friend.

Once inside, we shared sloppy kisses as we undressed. Gray took a shower in the bathroom done in pale-blue quartz and different types of marble. The man enjoyed his long, hot water escapades under the spray, wasting an exorbitant amount of water—we all have our own vices. Not that his anti-green showers were going to prevent me from marrying the stud, of course. My love for him was immense, as Gray was a real find among the Stockton County cowboys. He was caring, thoughtful, aggressive in bed, and loved me to the fullest. Gray was my rock, and tossing him away would have been a true loss for me.