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Hearing her name coming from those deceiving lips drove her forward. She stomped
up the stairs and didn t even bother to look at Colt s two companions. They did their best
to get out of the way. Smart guys.
 Don t you dare even say my name, you lying son of a bitch! She didn t even
recognize her own voice.
 Brielle, I can explain.
 I ll just bet you can. Save it, Colt. She looked around the back deck of his log
mansion, built-in outdoor kitchen and all.  A ranch hand? Really? You must have found
immense entertainment in the fact that I thought you worked for me. Did you come home
and look around and laugh? Was it a fun game for you to play?
While he struggled to speak, she cut him off.  I lived in the world of the rich and
famous for a lot of years, Colt. A lot of years! she thundered.  But I will tell you this  in
all that time, I never met anyone who held a candle to you. No one who came even
close. With them, I knew they were lying. I knew they weren t truly my friends. That s
how that world works. But bravo to you, sweetheart, she said, then raised her hands and
clapped loudly.  You really fooled me, Colt. You got under my skin and burrowed down.
You rammed right through every defense I ve managed to build, and you took my heart
and ran with it. On her final words, her anger drained. Despair had taken over.
Colt stood and moved toward her.  Please, Brielle. Please let me explain.
She held out her hands in horror and retreated.  Don t you dare touch me, Colt. You ve
lost that right!
 I was going to tell you.
 I m done, Colt. I m done with you. She packed up her emotions and returned to the
place she d lived for so many years. Cold comfort.
 Don t say that, Brielle. What we have is real, he said, and took a step closer.
 No, Colt. That s where you re wrong. We don t have a single thing, because our
relationship, or what I thought was a relationship, was built on lies. Just tell me this.
Why? Was it really just a game?
 It wasn t a game. I swear it wasn t.
She didn t know where his friends had gone, and she didn t care. The entire town knew
she was a fool already.
 Why, Colt?
She didn t know why it mattered, but she needed to close this chapter in her life, and
the only way to do that was to have some sort of an answer.
 I didn t know you, Brielle.
 Just spit it out, Colt. I m tired and I m done, so just tell me.
 Your father bought the property I wanted. I didn t know you then. I wanted it, and I
was willing to do whatever it took to get it, he said, and she felt like a knife was slicing
into her heart.  But that changed& 
She held up her hand to keep him from saying anything more.
 It s over, Colt.
She turned and walked away. Of course, he chased after her, of course he tried to
plead with her, but Brielle didn t hear a word he said through the buzzing in her ears. She
didn t even see anything as she climbed into her truck and started the motor, her motions
on autopilot.
 Brielle, don t leave like this, he demanded, but she was beyond listening.
Throwing the truck into gear, she drove away in a tornado of dust. She welcomed the
numbness that settled over her, because she had no doubt that when the numbness
vanished, the pain would be unbearable.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
WEEK AFTER BRIELLE walked away from Colt s house, her father showed up on
her doorstep, and she fell into his arms, so grateful to see him again. If she
focused on her dad, she wouldn t have to focus on Colt. That s what she should be
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doing anyway!
There were a million questions brewing about how the cancer treatment was going. Of
course they d been in contact, and he was keeping her updated on the phone, but it
would be much better to look into his eyes. That way she might know whether he was
speaking the truth or trying to protect her feelings.
Anger and hurt inspired by Colt had helped to keep the tears at bay, but she simmered
with frustration because the man had been showing up daily with flowers, chocolate, and
jewelry, begging her to speak to him, begging her to forgive his lie. He d offered to fly her
anywhere in the world she wanted to go, offered to give up everything just for another
day with her.
Of course he could give her everything money could buy. He was obscenely rich! He d
lied to her. And worse, he d done it so that he could take her ranch from her. Colt was a
user. How could she forgive that?
So it was a welcome relief to open her door and find her father standing there. She
clung to him and promised herself that she was never going to let him go, that she would
focus wholly on him, and not think twice about Colt Westbrook.
When Brielle looked past her father, she found two men standing beside him. At first
glance, she thought nothing of it, but then her eyes snapped back first to one giant of a
man, and then to the other, who wasn t far behind the first, and very close in height to
her father.
The three of them looked so similar, all sporting matching white hair, identical blue
eyes, and solid shoulders. Even the smiles they were each wearing looked nearly the
same. What in the world was going on?
 Ha! We ve been getting that reaction a lot.
One of the men spoke in such a loud voice that Brielle fell back another step.
 Honey, don t let this man intimidate you, Richard said with a reassuring hand on her
shoulder.  We ll all come inside and then I can tell you everything.
Almost in a trance, Brielle nodded, and she led them to her kitchen table. She knew [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]