More than bearable. After rocking Crockett to sleep, she replayed every word of her last minutes with Clay, wondering when she might see him again. She loved him saying that he loved her almost as much as she hated him running off with Elijah. Poor CeCe. So heartsick over her fiancé leaving, she’d bawled most the night. Gwen even cried with her some, but not over Clay going. Shedding tears less over them leaving, she cried rather over being so torn, not knowing who she wanted; if she could only decide. Braxton was so much more the man, but he’d run off, too. However, his proved a better reason. After all, his friend died. Clay Briggs only left because he wanted to have an adventure. Still the boy in him. Maybe he would come home a man. If only her heart could be as sure as her sister’s. No indecision from Cecelia. Three handsome men around, and she knew immediately who she wanted and jumped straight in over her head.
