Semua Bab Resisting The Alpha Cowboy: Bab 91 - Bab 100

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★After confirming that the water was poisoned, Abel took the device out again so he could continue taking it apart. I watched him intently. Thank goodness, he's capable of doing this. I would have taken a hammer to it. Or I would have had to ship them out again. Thank fuck I don't have to do that.I was lost in my thoughts for a while that I'd forgotten I was supposed to watch what Abel was doing. I brought my attention back to him. Abel's been quiet for the past ten minutes, his rough, calloused hands moving with careful precision as he pried at the small machine. His brows furrowed, the lines on his face deepening as he worked through the metal casing with a screwdriver, lips pressed tight in concentration. The occasional clink of his tools and the faint buzz of the machine were the only sounds in the room.I’d finished my breakfast a while ago, but my empty plate still sat on the wooden counter beside me. I tapped my fingers idly against the table, wa

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The house was still when I stepped inside, only the faint hum of the refrigerator breaking the silence. I glanced at the stairs, half expecting Vanessa to come down, but there was nothing. Maybe she was upstairs resting or lost in one of her books. Either way, I didn’t have time to linger.I set the paper bag of desserts on the kitchen table, shaking my head at myself. I hadn’t exactly planned on getting her something sweet, but the moment I saw the pastries, I figured she might like them. Sure, I could have gone home right after that worthless trip to the sheriff's office but I immediately went to the nearest sweet spot. The thought made me pause.I didn’t do things like this unless I was in a relationship.I wasn’t the type of guy to pick up treats for a woman I wasn't dating unless she asked or unless she was family, especially not one who made my life this complicated. Yet here I was, leaving food for her like some damn offering.With a sigh, I ran a hand t

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I sat on my bed, my laptop in place as I read through the post I'd written just moments ago. /Metropolitan MuseHey, Muse Squad!I’ve seen falling stars before—small streaks of light cutting across the sky, gone before you can even make a wish. But last night? Last night was different.Dusty Creek continues to surprise me. I expected quiet nights, crickets singing in the distance, maybe the occasional hoot of an owl. I didn’t expect to witness an entire sky full of falling stars, each one burning bright before vanishing into the darkness.At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I stood outside, watching as the sky came alive, and for a moment, I felt like I was somewhere else—like I was part of something bigger. Have you ever seen something so breathtaking that it makes you pause? Like the world is trying to remind you that magic still exists?That was last night.Falling stars, a sky painted in silver and fire, and a strange feeling in my

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★Colton was dangerously close to falling asleep in the tub.His head rested against the edge, his shoulders slack, body sinking further into the water with every slow breath. His chest rose and fell in a deep, steady rhythm, the warm steam curling around us.I wasn’t sure how long we had been in here, but I knew if I let him doze off, he’d wake up stiff and sore—or worse, slip under the water entirely.I dipped the cloth into the water and wrung it out, letting the droplets trickle down my wrist before pressing it against his shoulder. The heat of his skin against the warm fabric sent a shiver through me, but I ignored it, focusing on cleaning him.“Hey,” I said softly, dragging the cloth down the length of his arm. “You need to stay awake.”Colton made a low, unintelligible noise, barely lifting his head.I rolled my eyes. “You’re not making a great case for yourself, cowboy.”Another lazy hum.I sighed and pressed the cloth against his chest, wiping away

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★Balancing the tray carefully, making sure I didn't spill anything.. The broth smelled rich, the steam curling into the air, and I was grateful that my dad had walked me through making something decent.When I reached the knob to Colton's room, I nudged the door open with my hip, stepping inside. The storm outside made the room dim, the only light coming from the bedside lamp I had turned on earlier. The rain drummed softly against the window, the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance.Colton was still out cold. Well, not exactly. He seems like he's unconscious, but I can tell a part of him is still fighting off that sleep. What a dumbass. I say that sweetly though. I think a guy like him needs a stubborn girl to tell him what to do. He was lying on his back, his breathing deep and steady, his face slack with exhaustion. His damp hair clung slightly to his forehead, and even in sleep, I could see the tension in his shoulders—like his body had forg