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That concussion left me time to think. Way too much time.
I was starting to feel more and more incomplete without Corrine. I understood how she felt, yes, I should have been where I said I was going to be and not blown her off. However, no matter what, I had still betrayed her trust.
I was this close to calling Randy and selling everything to follow her wherever she decided to go.
Two weeks later, I knew what I had to do. Hell, I had to pay a private investigator to find her. Her old boss wouldn’t tell me a thing.
So there I found myself, stepping onto a commercial flight to New York because all of the first-class seats had been taken.
Only for her would I ever be doing this. Hell, what all did I really have to offer her? She had made the move to New York, where anything is possible.
Chapter 14
Corrine
Two weeks later, I had been worse for wear. I wasn’t eating, and barely sleeping. Heck, even my clothes weren’t fitting me anymore. I hadn’t even bothered to buy any more. Screw it. Hell, I had to weave my way around the studio apartment. I have yet to unpack a single thing. All of my clothes were still in their suitcases.
The only thing I had unpacked was the coffee maker.
Every morning and night I stared at a picture of Travis and me with Stormy in the middle of us. I just couldn’t part with it.
My heart rate skyrocketed when I even tried to think about tossing it.
Any time I closed my eyes, I saw Travis, his eyes, his corded muscles as he worked the land, I had even foolishly seen what I thought was love in his deep hazel eyes.
I knew that I looked horrible, and I didn’t care. I had bags under my eyes and my hair resembled a rat’s nest, but I just didn’t care. No one at the office had said a word to me about my appearance, more than likely it was due to the look that was wrapped around me. The look of a broken heart and being completely shattered.
I missed his arms. The arms that held me while we slept. I missed that crooked smile that he always gave me when he was happy. But I missed those eyes, those eyes that I had thought showed the love that he cared for me.
I looked up from behind my desk when all around me I had heard nothing but hushed whispers.
And there, standing at the receptionist's desk, stood Travis Denton. He looked so good, in fact, I chanced a glance around the office and saw that a lot of the women were staring at him with their mouths hanging open.
He wore his all too familiar black Stetson, his light-washed Wrangler jeans that fit him like a glove. His thighs were encased perfectly. But it was the familiar dark grey long sleeve button-up that did it for me. He knew that I loved it when he wore that shirt. Just add on the fact that he had on his dark brown boots. The boots that mine had sat beside in the mudroom.
And in his roughened calloused hand, he held a bouquet of wildflowers. My favorite.
Damnit.
I shook my head and wiped the corner of my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling over the man.
However, instead of staring at him, I should’ve jumped out of my chair and left the office without being seen. Unfortunately, I hadn’t done the smart thing.
Not when Sandra the receptionist pointed over to my office.
Then his head turned, and I was shocked. My normal rancher looked as if he was in the same boat as I was. That look almost undid me. Almost.
What I did see was the look in his eyes. I knew that look. The sadness in his eyes, the love that was there, and a sliver of hope.
Hope for what?
I watched as he made his way to me. That sexy as all sin swagger.
As he entered in through the open doorway, I could feel all of their eyes on us.
“Hey.” He said.
“Hi.” I said sadly, even though I couldn’t help it.
