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Оглавление“It’s as easy as you want it to be, Laney.”
Logan stood behind her, looking out over the pastures and orchards that made up the farm. All of it overgrown and snow-covered now, but he remembered the years that he and Laney had worked the fields together, given tours of the orchards, pretended that the beauty on the outside of the house matched what was inside.
He’d done it for her.
There’d been so many times when he’d thought about running, but he’d stuck it out because he couldn’t imagine leaving Laney.
Now, leaving her was all he could think about.
“I’d like to borrow one of your dad’s old cars. Is that okay with you?”
“Do you think any of them will be working after all this time?” She turned, her arm brushing his.
He stepped away, his pulse racing.
No way would he let himself think about what that meant.
Not when there was so much riding on his ability to walk away.
