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his back. You stay here. I ll go get a nice warm washcloth to clean you up.
As Bridger watched Griggs cute ass walk out of the bedroom, he realized he wasn t
adrift at all. He had a man he loved and a job he d been born to do.
Hey, Griggs?
The water shut off and Griggs came back into the room. Yeah, babe?
You ever think of getting an anchor tattooed on your ass?
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Epilogue
Griggs was in the middle of helping their resident handyman replace a broken
window in the Jackson s Ridge cabin when he spotted a big black limousine pull up in
front of the cookhouse. According to Jeff and Caleb that s exactly what happened.
Caleb s just lucky he wasn t hurt worse than he was.
Are we expecting the president? Tyson chuckled, noticing the limousine.
Griggs knew immediately who sat behind the darkened windows. Worse. That s
Bridger s father, Theodore.
Seriously? If Bridger comes from money like that, what the hell is he doing
working as a hired hand?
Have you seen Bridger lately? The man hasn t stopped grinning since he moved
here three weeks ago. He lives to get dirty.
Tyson chuckled again. I can understand that. This place has been the best thing
that s ever happened to me.
I guess I d better go talk to him. It doesn t appear that he s going to get out of the
car on his own.
As he neared the car, the back window slid down and Griggs came face to face with
the man who d caused Bridger so much pain. Mr. Collinsford.
The older man s silver eyebrows lifted. You know who I am?
Of course. I m Ethan Griggs, Bridger s partner.
You re the one who sent the package.
Yes, sir. Griggs took several steps back. Are you getting out?
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Theodore seemed to study Griggs for several moments before alighting from the
car. Griggs didn t know it for a fact, but he had a feeling it was the first time the man
had opened his own door in years.
Once Theodore stood in front of him, Griggs reached out his hand, surprised when
Theodore readily took it. I d like to thank you for sending me that video.
I thought you had a right to see your son at work. The video one of the earlier
guests had shot was even better than Griggs had hoped. It truly showed Bridger s
superior roping and riding skills in action. More than the physical show on display, it
was the expression on Bridger s face that had left Griggs mesmerized.
He knew as soon as he d watched it he needed to send it to Bridger s parents. They
deserved to see their son truly happy.
Bridger s always been so small. I had no idea& Theodore shook his head. He
cleared his throat and glanced around the ranch. Is he around?
Yep. I guess before I take you to him, I need to know what s going on. He s happy
here and I won t have you upsetting him again.
Theodore s eyes narrowed for several moments as he seemed to size up Griggs. He
finally nodded. Fair enough. I wanted to let him know he was welcome back home
anytime. There are a few other things I need to talk to him about, but I ll let him tell you
if he wants to.
He s been spending most of his off time working with a wild Mustang named
Harry. Griggs started walking toward Harry s small pasture.
How far is it? Theodore asked.
Not far. Griggs couldn t keep the grin off his face at the thought of the billionaire
businessman ruining his thousand-dollar shoes in the dirt of the ranch road.
He rounded the small stand of trees and stopped. When Theodore started to walk
by him, he reached out and grabbed the man s arm. Hang on.
Why?
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Griggs gestured to the pasture. That horse has never been ridden before. Most of
the hands can t get anywhere near the fence without Harry going crazy.
Theodore actually started to smile. That boy always did have a way with animals.
Guess I should ve known he d turn out the way he did.
Griggs looked back at the sight of his lover riding Harry, bareback, around the
pasture, his black curls lifting in the breeze. He knew if Bridger could take on Satan s
Spawn and win, he could take on anything.
* * * * *
Griggs collapsed beside Bridger, rubbing his chest as he tried to regulate his
breathing. It didn t matter how many times he made love to Bridger, it only seemed to
intensify.
Mmm. That was nice, Bridger whispered.
More than nice. I think you might ve squeezed my dick off with that tight ass of
yours, Griggs panted.
Bridger chuckled and reached down to grasp Griggs now-flaccid cock. Nope, still
there.
Although Griggs wished his cock was up for another round, he knew it wasn t
going to happen, at least for another hour at least. He rolled to his side and curled
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