He turned his back to her and stepped away, then halted and revolved on one heel. “I can’t,” he said. He returned to where he’d been, and the quiet seemed to enclose them, his breath and hers the only
Michael stopped cold. He caught eyes with Gerritt and reversed. They had to go home, away from this place, back to the warmth and safety of walls built by love, not hate. Hate had never done his dad a
His breath blew loudly in his ears, much like the huff and puff of the bronc as it tried to pitch its rider, and it came to him again, him and her both trying last until eight seconds, only time and d
You want to help, but you don’t know how. Do you talk to your loved one? Do you check up? Do you stand idly by? Or do you keep your distance until she gets her life in order?Whether your loved one con
