“Thank you.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “I’ll tell him.” Joe put a hand on her arm. The lump in her throat expanded again and she shook her head, unable to go through another explanation. “Abby, what’s wrong? You’ve been crying.” Buddy was standing in the middle of the living room, his gaze swinging between her and Joe. I guess you could say it really is Independence Day.” Chapter Twenty-TwoĪbby darted through the rain onto the porch, pausing only long enough to slip out of her muddy sandals. “I’m going to be making a few choices of my own.” She reached for the door latch. And it’s a difference I can’t live with anymore.” “Why are you the only person in the state who ever listens to me?” He ran a hand through his wet hair. “Well, hell.” He braked to a stop in front of the house. I’ve always wondered what would happen if he thought she needed him more than I did. Tate is torn between his responsibilities. The rain had already slowed into a steady drizzle. She looked out the window, watching as the truck turned into the long drive leading to the ranch. The only thing he was thinking about was Diane. He didn’t even look around, didn’t say a word to me. There were ten other people there who could have done it. “You could have taken her to the hospital. Pulling the blanket tighter around her, she glanced at him. “What are you talking about?” He sounded alarmed. “Then what’s wrong?” He touched her cheek.Ībby took a long breath, eyes shut while she gathered her courage.
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