She drew back for another blow, but his fingers closed around her wrist. “Stop smacking the piss out of me!”
“Tell me tonight wasn’t about the land.” Please tell me you love me, her mind cried.
His hands on her forearms gave her a gentle shake “Don’t you see? This way we can both have what we want.”
A quick jerk freed her. “I’ll never have what I want.”
An indescribable sadness entered her as she walked the long distance back to her house. The path was one she had taken years ago, the day McCrea found her. The day she fell in love with the boy next door.
All her hopes and dreams for what they might one day have together, died within her, and she couldn’t help the tears which overpowered her as the flame of her love was extinguished.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Wilhelmina Stolen is a country girl and loves the hometown atmosphere of her small Kentucky town. Life in her little corner of the world consists of long winter nights curled up by the fire, cheering on her favorite football teams in the fall, enduring March Madness in the spring and walking barefoot through her garden with a cold jar of sweet tea in the summer - fireflies at sunset accompanied by a serenade of crickets and frogs, and lazy summer nights in the porch swing with her husband.
wilhelminastolen.com
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