Broken Love (Broken 4)

I closed my eyes and tried to adjust myself. The pain in my leg felt like it was getting worse, along with the headache I was getting.

“Do you need the nurse, buttercup?”

God. I. Love. Him.

Ryder had to have seen the way I lit up when I was told I had to stay behind. Then how quickly that joy was sucked out of the room by my sweet mother offering to stay behind.

Ugh. This is not going to be fun.

I slowly nodded my head.

“Reed, Courtney, I’ll leave you both to spend a few minutes alone with Ava while I search for the nurse.”

Yep. This cowboy was a keeper.

When the door shut, I felt my mother running the back of her hand down my cheek. Smiling at her warm touch, I prayed like hell her feelings were not about to be hurt.

My head turned to the side as I opened my eyes and looked into her blue eyes.

“Mom, you know I love you so very much.”

Her smile melted my heart and made it ache all at once.

“But …”

My father made a growl sound and said, “Here it comes.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I turned back to her. “But, I really don’t think you should stay. I promise I’m going to be fine, and the moment I fly back home you can come and pick me up and I’ll stay out at the ranch with y’all.”

Her chin trembled as she reached for my father’s hand. “You … you don't want me to stay and help you? Who’s going to help you, Ava? You’re with strangers.”

I gave her a thoughtf

ul look. “I’m not with strangers. Ryder is here.”

My mother rolled her eyes. “Please, Ava. You barely know him or his family, and you’re willing to stay here and let them care for you?”

The tears building in my eyes were hard to contain as I felt wetness cover my cheeks. “I thought you, of all people, would understand.”

I turned and looked out the window as I tried to compose myself.

“Court, maybe now is not the best time to be talking about this. Let’s leave Ava be for a bit so she can rest.”

I sniffled like a five-year-old as I wiped my snot across the back of my hand. Thank God Ryder wasn't here.

“Do you love him?” she whispered.

Pressing my lips together, I took in both of my parents’ expressions. My mother’s was hopeful, my father’s angry.

Forcing the words to come out without crying, I replied, “Yes. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before.”

“You broke your leg on purpose, didn’t you!” my father demanded.

Pinching my brows together, my mouth dropped open. “Seriously? Do you not know me at all, Dad?”

With a slight tap on his stomach, my mother shushed my father. “Reed Moore, you be quiet!”

Her eyes softened as she took my hand in hers. “Oh, Ava. Will this work? I mean, he’s going to be moving to Montana and you’re in Austin and … and … the whole thing with Johnny happening not long ago.”