Even in this dim light, Emily glimpsed the color rising in his cheeks. Brad wasn’t just pacing; she could feel the adrenaline cut through the space between them. “I need some air.”
“No, Em, back off.” He kept going, down the stairs toward the barn. She could almost feel the rage burning through him.
He knew. She’d gotten through. Now the real work begins.
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