Roping The Cowgirl's Heart

Chapter 25

Savannah

Grace and I were in the kitchen discussing the latest developments in my love life. When a knock at the door interrupted us. I opened it to find an unfamiliar woman, with a fake forced smile and an aggressive demeanor, glaring at me.

"Are you Savannah?" she demanded. I nod hesitantly, taken aback by her confrontational tone. "Yes, that's me..."

"I'm Amber Summer Jameson," she declares, her eyes narrowing. "And I think we need to talk... My sources told me you're trying to steal my husband..."

My brow furrowed in confusion as I tried to process her accusation. "Your husband?" I repeated, glancing back at Grace, who had moved to stand beside me.

"Yes, my husband. Wyatt Jameson," Amber said, her words dripping with venom. "I know he's been sniffing around you, trying to get out of our marriage. But I won't let that happen. Do you know we have a child together? A daughter?"

I felt my temper rising as she kept talking, "I thought your daughter was Daniel's daughter..."

The blood ran out of Amber's face, "What are you talking about? Where did you hear this? My daughter is Wyatt's daughter... And you better stay away from him..."

"Wyatt is not your husband," I retorted, crossing my arms defensively. "And he's certainly not trying to break his marriage with you. Your marriage was doomed from the start. Now have some dignity and leave."

Grace stepped forward, her expression hardening. "If you know what's good for you, you better do what my sister told you to do and leave," she said, her voice low and dangerous.

But Amber refused to back down. "No, I won't leave until you understand me," she insisted, her gaze fixed on me. "Stay away from my husband! I won't let you break us apart if it's the last thing I do."

I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my composure. "I'm not trying to break anyone apart. Wyatt and I have a history, yes, but that's none of your business," I say firmly. "Now, I'm going to ask you politely one more time. leave my property."

Amber's dark eyes flash with barely contained fury as she stares me down. "Do you know who you're talking to?" she spat, taking a step closer. "My father is the Mayor of Clydesville. We have powerful connections that we are not afraid to use. Especially on a poor tramp that wants to break up my marriage!"

I let out a disbelieving scoff, my hands coming to rest on my hips. "I haven't done anything to break up your 'marriage.' You've done it all by yourself. You didn't need any of my help."

"How dare you," she snarled, her lips twisting into a sneer. "If it weren't for you, I'd still have that good-for-nothing cowboy wrapped around my finger. Wyatt may have tried to move on, but I'm not letting him go that easily. And I'm certainly not going to let some back-road ranch girl take what's mine."

Anger flares in my chest, hot and fierce. "This is my home, Amber," I growl, taking a step forward and narrowing my eyes. "I suggest you leave before I make you."

Amber opened her mouth to argue further, but Grace stepped in front of me. "I think you heard my sister," she says, her tone brooking no argument. "Get off our land, and don't come back."

For a moment, Amber looks taken aback by Grace's assertiveness. But then her eyes narrow, and she jabs a finger in my direction. "This won't be the last you'll see of me, you stupid woman," she growled. "You're making the Summer family look like a joke, and I won't let you get away with it!"

With that, Amber turned and stormed off, leaving Grace and I standing on the porch, stunned by her visit.

As I turned to head back inside, I saw Leo outside watching our exchange with a concerned expression.