The Officer And The Bostoner (Historical Western Romance) (Fort Gibson Officers Series, Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting at his desk and he didn’t care. Not that there was much left to care about, he thought darkly as he let his gaze flicker down to the floorboard just to the left of his desk he’d pried up and stuffed that tied leather bag full of Nicholas’ letters. His gut clenched, both in memory of what they’d found that day but also knowing that Allison had kept all of Nicholas’ letters—and now he was the one keeping them. She’d probably want them back, and now that he truly knew where he stood with her, he needed to give them back to her. He swallowed. He wasn’t ready to face her yet. But when he was, he’d bring every one of those blasted letters for her to pine over. Just not yet. Some time ago the call that marked dinner had sounded, but he didn’t feel like eating. Actually, he didn’t feel anything at all, except perhaps numb, if that indeed was something one could actually feel.
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