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Оглавление“I know you have your own life in Dallas.”
Max rested his forehead on hers, then backed away completely, as if realizing he just couldn’t get that close.
Dallas. Yes.
The fog cleared, and snatches of life—real life—pressed back to the surface. But she didn’t want real life. She wanted to stay in this pocket of stillness. Where there was only the twinkle of the stars and the love in a certain cowboy’s eyes and the whisper that life—her life—could still be different. Could be restored.
“But maybe…” Max’s voice trailed, and he tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear. “Maybe.”
Maybe. So much potential in that word. So much hope. When was the last time she’d hoped? She wanted to hope. Wanted to feel again. To believe. To trust. Was it possible?
“Maybe.” She breathed out the word. Maybe would have to be enough for now.
Maybe would hold back real life a little while longer.
