He knew Chance wanted to be alone, he got that message loud and clear, but he couldn’t stay away. The tone of her voice, the lost look in her eyes, he knew things were catching up with her. He only intended to be here a few minutes, make sure she would be okay. That’s all. Now he couldn’t leave. As she sat below him, agonized sobs echoing through the barn, he rubbed his chest where she had her cheek resting a little bit ago. He could still feel her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and, damn it to hell and back, it felt good and right. Hayes rubbed his jaw. At least now he understood the familiarity he had with her. It all came together out there in the woods this afternoon. In that moment when Chance came, squeezing his fingers with her delicate, tight muscles, part of his past blasted into his brain. He’d made arrangements with a woman, a whore, to live with him out in the woods for the winter. He liked her and thought they could build a life together. When she went to gather her belongings, that’s when he got tricked inside the bottle.
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