Hunter Sullivan had called the cottage via the direct line between the homestead and Amy’s home and told her not to go to work today. Lips tingling, blood roaring in her ears, she shuffled to the closest chair and dropped into it. Only four days of teaching at Farpoint Creek and she’d been fired. No, that wasn’t right. Hunter hadn’t fired her, just told her not to go to work today. Told her Annie and Hazel would take the class. Squeezing her eyes shut, Harper drove her nails into her palms. She should have told him. Should have told him what Ronnie had done, tried to do. Which was what? Scare you? Was he really going to do what you think he was? Or was it the little girl inside you, the one trapped by the actions of a sick man who should have known better, who terrorized you with fear? Opening her eyes, Harper studied her toes for a long moment. What did she do now? Find Keith and Marc. Tell them you’re sorry. Ask them to hold you. To make love to you. She wrapped her arms around her belly, drawing in a long breath.
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