Moonlight streaked through the trees, and as he pulled up in front of the A-frame log home on fifty acres, which he’d bought shortly after moving to Los Angeles, he felt the stress of his life fall away. There weren’t many times that Jake wanted to escape his fast-paced life in Los Angeles, but there had been occasions when he needed a quiet reprieve. Usually those times came on the heels of visits to his hometown, where he’d faced memories of Fiona, and while he typically buried those feelings in booze and women, it didn’t always work. Sometimes he needed to lock himself away just to regain his ability to pretend he didn’t care and to be able to face his smoke screen of a life. They’d been driving for almost two hours, and Fiona had dozed off about twenty minutes ago. He cut the engine and Fiona stirred. Jake leaned across the console and stroked her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, and a sweet smile spread across her lips. “Sorry,”
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