“She was lost in her thoughts about a future without him and was desperately trying to accept his decision to leave her and Parker. He, on the other hand, was considering the more practical matter of keeping them all alive until help arrived. He still hadn’t told her about the plan he’d heard Boyle’s men discussing, nor had he told her the wire had been sent to his brothers, but, God help him, it hadn’t been for lack of trying. Each time he broached the topic, she turned away from him and walked out of the room to attend to her son. He kept busy each day until it was dark enough for him to ride up the hills to check on Boyle’s men. She baked. By early evening of the second day, there were four pies and two cakes on the table. She was still at it when he got ready to leave. “Could you stop stirring that dough long enough to listen to me?” “Of course.” He realized it would be asking too much of her to request that she look at him. He knew how hurt she was, and he wondered if she had any ...idea how hard she was making this for him.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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