She couldn’t help wondering why she was taking a chance with a cowboy at this stage in her life. If she were healthy, if she had years to live, it would be one thing, but Laceys never lived past forty and she was now less than three years away. She’d told Tori about the doctor in Dallas. Tori suggested she might be overreacting. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as Parker thought. After all, she hadn’t given him time to say much. But Parker knew the signs. She wouldn’t waste her time on false hope like her parents had. Parker breathed in the pure air, loving the silence around her. In this place she could hear herself think. She wouldn’t worry about what waited for her in Dallas. For once, she’d run toward life. Toward Clint, no matter how short the time was that they had. She’d make a memory she could hold on to. If it didn’t turn out for the better, it was just a fling she might regret, but it wouldn’t matter in the overall canvas of her life.
