Roping The Cowgirl's Heart

Chapter 20

Savannah

I felt my stomach twist with worry, the image of Wyatt's anguished face flashing in my mind. I knew this conversation could change the course of our lives. And the weight of that realization made me weary.

"I will call him Grace... Thanks for letting me know..." The words felt heavy.

My fingers hovered over his number, trembling slightly. Taking a deep breath, I pressed the call button and raised the phone to my ear. Bracing myself for the difficult conversation we were about to have.

The line rang once, twice, and then I heard his voice, "Savannah, babe, where are you? I need to see you... I need to explain myself... Please..."

I steeled my resolve, my voice steadier than I expected. "Wyatt, we need to talk. But not right now. Can you please give me a couple of days?"

"Savannah... Please, no... Don't do this... I need to explain everything to you..." His words were panicked. I could almost feel the anguish in his voice.

"Wyatt... I need time... Give me some time..." I tried to keep my tone calm, but I felt overwhelmed.

"Babe, tell me where you are... I need to see you. Don't do this. Tell me where you are and I will come to you."

"Wyatt... How are you even gonna get to me? You can't even drive with your leg..." I reminded him. Hoping to stall the inevitable confrontation.

"I'll find a way Savannah... Where are you?" He would not let it go.

"Just a couple of days, Wyatt. It's the only thing I'm asking..." I pleaded, my resolve starting to crack.

"No. I don't want you to try to fill in the blanks on your own and just start to imagine all types of things that are not true. I need to see you... I need to talk to you." Wyatt's voice was firm.

I knew I couldn't delay the inevitable any longer. I decided to just get it over with. "I'm at the cabin in the mountains."

"I'll see you when I get there... Hey, Savannah? I love you..."

"Bye, Wyatt." I ended the call, my heart heavy with the realization that our relationship was about to change.

Wyatt

I hung up the phone, my heart racing a million miles a minute. Savannah's hurt and confusion came through crystal clear, and I can't help but blame myself. This whole mess is my fault, and I need to make it right.

The thought of Savannah hiding away in that cabin, trying to process everything, it tears me up inside. I have to see her, to explain myself before she jumps to the wrong conclusion. I just hope I can convince her to listen.

My leg throbs as I try to stand, the pain a dull ache that only serves to remind me of my limitations at the moment. I can't exactly drive myself out to the mountains, not in this condition. I needed to find someone to give me a ride.

Gritting my teeth, I make my way out to the living room, determined to track down Grace or Ethan. They will need to understand how important this is. As I rounded the corner, I spotted Grace sitting on the kitchen table and drinking tea from some weird container with Rogerio.

"Grace," I called out.

"Hey Wyatt... Do you want some? is called ′Chimarrão', it's tea... it's really good! "

"Thank you, Grace... I'll try it another time... I need your help."

Grace turns, her brow furrowed. "Is this about Savannah?"

"She's at the cabin in the mountains," I explained, "and I need to get to her. Can you drive me there, Rogerio?"

Grace hesitates, her eyes searching my face. "Wyatt, don't you think Savannah needs some time to process all that happened? Savannah sounded pretty upset when I talked to her."