“He’d said we were going back to the beginning, and I suppose he’s right when he says this is it. It’s where I first surrendered myself to him. Where he showed me his true colors, and the one place I know I will always see as a home, even knowing it will never be mine. “Greg—” “Not yet. We’ll talk when we get there,” he snarls, and I flinch slightly when I see just how angry he is. He’s usually so calm and collected that I know if he’s showing his anger his control is shot, and w...hat I’m about to get is a whole lot of pissed off, aggressive male. I’m not frightened, not even a little, because his temper tells me he’s not as unaffected by me as I’d always feared. Anger is a lot better than cold indifference, and after everything, that’s exactly what I expected from him. He hits the gate remote and speeds up the drive, coming to a stop of swirling gravel and harsh breaths.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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