Free Galloping Hearts (Contemporary Cowboy Romance) (Texas Heat series: Book 2, Mitchell and Moira's story) by Amelia Rose

minute passed and she saw a biscuit with some peach preserves on a plate in front of her. That loosened the tears from her eyes. Before she knew it, her whole body was shaking with sobs until she felt her Grannie’s arms come around her for a hug. When she finally had herself calmed down to sniffles, her grandmother handed her a tissue and took her seat by her. She gave her a few more moments to finish composing herself.
    When she looked up, Grannie put her hand over hers, speaking quietly. “What upset you more? That his Momma died or that he wasn’t forthright with you in the beginning?”
    She shook her head. “I really don’t know, Grannie. Maybe both?  I love him and it scares me. I love him and I don’t even really know him.”
    Grannie chuckled. “You know him, all right. You just don’t know all the details. You know how he treats you and the rest of the family. You know how he works and what he wants to do for the ranch when he graduates. He’s a good man, who just happened to not give you all the details yet.”
    She shook her head. “ There important details, though, Grannie.”
    “What? That he had a sick momma? Would it have made a difference if she’d died when he was young or from something else?”
    “He didn’t tell me.”
    “True, but he didn’t really lie. He withheld something he was embarrassed about. With the way people talk, I can’t much blame him.”Moira felt another tear start down her face. “Grannie, I just don’t know. I mean, this is some big stuff here. I feel so mad that he didn’t tell me.”
    She shrugged. “You have to come to terms with that yourself. I say, you need to be there with him for this. Even if it’s just for someone you’ve spent the summer knowing. If you weren’t dating, would you be as upset that he hadn’t told you? Would you have considered going?”
    She grunted. “That’s the paradox. If we weren’t dating, I wouldn’t care because we weren’t involved. Then Mitchell wouldn’t have the same obligation to tell me this stuff. I would’ve gone to support one of our employees. Not my boyfriend.”
    Grannie refilled her cup as she answered. “Then, I say you spend some time in the Good Book tonight and pray on it, Baby Girl. Cause the anger won’t help you and it won’t help him neither.”
    She nodded, pushing from the table. “I think I’m gonna take your advice, Grannie. If Daddy asks where I am, can you tell him I’m upstairs?”
    Her eyes were sad as she answered. “Of course.”
     

Chapter Thirteen
    The next morning, Moira stayed in her bed until after breakfast. It was part sleep and part something so much deeper. She was bone weary tired from her thoughts and dreams the night before. She’d been so anxious over what to do and whether she was wrong for being angry, she hadn’t slept a proper wink all night. All she knew was she was still too angry to leave. She couldn’t sit next to Mitchell in his car without ripping into his hide about leaving out all this information. Still, as angry as she was, she knew his momma’s funeral wasn’t the time to rip him apart. She would save that for when he came back to the ranch, if her anger was still in control of everything.
    Instead of facing her anger and issues head on, like she’d been taught to do her whole life, she stayed nestled under her feather duvet as she sweated in the Texas summer heat. Finally, she heard Billy and Mitchell say their good byes as they left the house. It was then that she dragged what felt to be a two ton carcass to the bathroom to take a shower. Instead of dealing with anyone that day, she would take Caliber out to the field. What she needed was some time under the tree, drawing and thinking.
    When she finally carried herself downstairs, it was the latest start she’d had all summer. When she went into the kitchen, Grannie was already starting the midday meal for everyone. When the woman turned around, she looked at the floor.
    Her grandmother spoke