I need to talk with Chase. He has a right to know. Lost in thought, she brushed her unbound hair opposite the bedroom mirror. She’d never kept a secret from Chase. It was eating her alive. Chase came into the room and toed off his boots. With deft fingers, he ran down the buttons on his shirt and shrugged out of it, then tossed it on a chair in the corner. “Why so quiet?” Through the reflection, she tried to smile, but it was impossible. Not when Chase looked at her with love and respect written all over his face. Today was meant to be a very special day. Sarah had loved the tea set and the doll from Markus. She’d been showered with love from Gabe and Jake, and Thom Donovan, too. But Jessie had been nervous and jumpy. So many newcomers at the festival grounds. She’d been suspicious of each and every one. Hot, painful prickles made her blink and look away. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Chase closed the distance between them and went down on one knee. He lifted her chin with a calloused finger.
What do You think about Before The Larkspur Blooms?
