Sara listened to Brian playing the guitar as he neared the end of another song. With her head resting back on the couch and her eyes closed, she had almost calmed herself enough to forget about the threat she still faced. Brian stilled the strings. “Another?” “Sure. Keep playing as long as you want. I love your songs.” She’d picked up her Bible once tonight, but her mind was racing too fast to concentrate on the words. Instead, she found she could pray silently while Brian sang. In the quiet stretch of space before Brian began the next song, she heard footsteps. The faint rustle came from the front of the house. Raising her head and turning toward the door in the kitchen, she whispered, “Is that Ian?” Brian had stilled, and he was watching the door too. “I don’t think so,” he whispered back. “He’d be more deliberate.” Sara turned to Brian, hoping he could communicate with her quietly enough to form a quick plan. Brian raised a finger to his lips and rested the guitar on the floo
Ian Ian focused on the patch of road illuminated by his headlights. There were only a few more minutes left until he’d see Sara again. Ian tried to tell himself he could be patient just as his foot fell heavier on the accelerator. He was bounding up the quiet road leading to Mr. Garrison’s old house when the light leading him shone on an old car parked by the mailbox at the end of the long driveway. Ian knew something was wrong as he gunned it for the car, desperate to get a closer look. No, he couldn’t see a reason for a car to be parked at the end of the driveway, other than the need for stealth. They must have followed Brian here earlier. Ian jerked the wheel to race up the winding gravel road. Jake’s truck revved deep as Ian bounced over the rutted-out lane. Ian had to believe he wasn’t too late. The consequences of even the slightest delay were unbearable. Blood pumped hard through his veins, spurring him on, begging him to run to her. He called Jake, ready to summon the g
Cold. Sara couldn’t think of anything beyond the cold. Her body shook, and her teeth clicked together as she fought to regain an ember of warmth. Ian burst into the house and laid her on the couch before backing away. She felt the loss of his heat, and the freezing renewed. People descended on her, and they worked like bees in a hive—constantly moving, but never bumping into each other or stumbling. They were pulling at her clothes, but she couldn’t dislodge her arms from where they were wrapped up in Ian’s jacket. She heard questions every so often, but she couldn’t answer. The shaking was too violent to override. A few of the men lifted her onto a gurney. Ian was beside her as they moved her outside and into the ambulance. Ian ducked his head low to follow the paramedic into the ambulance. He sat close enough that he could lay his hand on her leg, but he gave the man enough room to help her. After all the wet clothes were gone, warm blankets were piled on top of her, and Ian
Ian Ian parked the truck and killed the engine. He didn’t rush to get out. Sara unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted across the seat of the truck. The cab light cast a blinding brightness on her face, and his attention was glued to her smile. She wrapped her hands around his upper arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He didn’t speak. He kissed the top of her head as the light dimmed, and tapped his finger on the top of her hand three times. She tapped back once. She always tapped once, letting him know she was okay. Ian whispered into her hair, “We don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.” Sara nuzzled closer. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while. I think you might be the one with reservations.” A month ago, he would’ve dragged his feet into Rusty’s to meet his friends for one of their big revelation get-togethers. Now, things were different. He was different, and Sara was beside him. “I’m ready,” Ian said. “We’re finally celebrating something I had a part in—someth
One Month Later Addie Addie clipped the tennis bracelet Declan had given her for their first wedding anniversary on her wrist. The small diamonds wove around her skin in a pattern of triangles that caught the light just right. A squeal of happiness rang from the living room, and Addie went to see about the fun. The sound of her heels clicking was muffled by the carpet until she stepped to the hardwood of the living room. “What’s going on here?” she asked, eager to know what was causing her daughter to make such a joyful noise. Suzie sat on the floor, while Declan crept two fingers across the rug toward her. Suzie’s shoulders moved up toward her ears as she anticipated the coming tickle hand, and she squealed in delight before her dad even touched her. Addie clipped an earring in her ear and bent to kiss Suzie on the top of her head. “I love you, my little sunshine.” Addie wrapped both hands around her daughter and squeezed before turning to Declan. “You need anything before I go
They have unfinished business. She just can’t remember what it is.Camille Vanderbilt is headed back home to Wyoming with one goal: find her old best friend and give him a piece of her mind for ghosting her six years ago. She won’t let anyone stand in her way… until a deer runs into the road and causes her to wreck and forget almost everything.Noah Harding lives a simple life as a firefighter and rancher until Camille crashes back into his life. When a call at the fire station sends him to save his old best friend’s life, he thinks he might get a second chance until her influential stepdad gives a reminder that his old threats still stand.When Camille runs into Noah in town, she knows he’s important to her, but her memories are still fuzzy.Noah is hesitant to get close to her when it means having to sacrifice everything to be with her.She thinks it’s a new beginning, but he knows it shouldn’t have ever ended.When the threats are carried out, who will be left hurting at Blackwater
NOAHNoah Harding sucked in deep breaths through his nose as he ran. Sweat poured down his face and drenched his navy-blue Blackwater Fire Department T-shirt.Jameson panted through his words as he ran beside Noah. “I picked up the fence posts yesterday. We need to mend the south fence on the field by the back entrance. Or should we fix the one that’s down by Bluestone Creek?”“We can do both,” Lucas quipped from Noah’s other side.“I’m volunteering on Monday, but I can help you finish up whatever’s left on Tuesday,” Noah added.Noah liked Jameson, but Lucas didn’t have any love for the guy. Lucas was a Harding, so working the ranch was expected of him, but their dad hired Jameson a couple of years ago. Jameson was a perfectionist and a little obsessive, and those traits didn’t mesh well with Lucas’s fun-loving nature.“What about the broken tines on the baler?” Jameson asked through heaving breaths pushed out by the force of his run.Lucas stumbled and grunted. “I forgot about that.”
NOAHNoah squared his shoulders toward Camille’s stepdad. Their last meeting had kicked off the worst period of Noah’s life—the years he’d been forced to spend without Camille. Nathan Vanderbilt might hold all the cards, but Noah would never cower to another man. With as much calm as he could muster, Noah extended his hand in greeting. “Mr. Vanderbilt.”Nathan’s gaze hadn’t left Noah’s, but his fist remained clenched at his side. A scowl painted the older man’s face, but it was subtle. A Vanderbilt never truly showed his temper.Bonnie released Noah’s other hand and ran to her husband. “Oh, Nathan.” She sobbed onto his chest. “She’s in there, and she looked—”“Yes,” Nathan interrupted his wife. He spoke to her, but his focus was still trained on Noah. “Why don’t you have a seat in the waiting room? I’ll be right there.”Bonnie wasn’t a pushover, but she liked to keep the peace, and she wasn’t oblivious to the tension between her husband and Noah.He retracted his waiting hand and cros