Page 71 of Dancing Struggles


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“Sarah’s really not here.” Dakota sighs, the fight draining from her. “She went to Cliffside Valley to get away from you.”

“You know I didn’t invite her to lunch only to get it on with someone else, right?”

“That’s something you needed to make clear to her,” she says.

I stare at Dakota. “I’m not . . .”

“Here. Deal with this, I need some air.” She throws a letter at me and stalks out the door.

It’s from Alpine. Shit. I read it. Fuck.

Lawson looks at me. “All okay?”

Honestly, I’m not sure if he’s asking about the letter, about me, or about the Sarah thing. So I just say, “It will be.”

“Good.” He nods. “I’m going after my woman. And getting some food.” Lawson hesitates. “I don’t call her Wildcat for nothing.”

He takes off, and I sag against the desk.

Of all the stupid things . . . Why the fuck couldn’t Sarah trust me? Does she want a ring? My undying love?

I don’t even know what love is. All I know is the anger, the queasiness, and the need to get to her and set things right.

Shoving the letter in my back pocket, I take off. Once I’m in my truck, I drive.

It’s darker than before, that weird light of pre-storm weather. One of the perks or downfalls here is the weather. It’s all over the place. And right now, it’s going to let loose at some point with a hell of a storm.

Sort of like the one brewing inside me. Because I keep looping back over last night, and how Sweet Sarah can’t even give me the benefit of the doubt.

Jesus, I’ve been punished enough here.

All this time in town, I could have been buried in her, and I wasn’t because I didn’t put together the girl with the short black hair and the woman with the long red hair. I should have, I know it.

The eyes are the same. The mouth. That scent and the voice with a hint of secret smoker, a little scrape against the senses that arouses a man. That’s her voice.

I don’t realize I’m not heading back to the office when I hit the town limits.

And it’s not even a surprise.

I hook up my phone, hit speaker, and call the office.

“Melissa, lock up for me, I’ve got some work out of the office.”

“Will do.” She pauses. “Both Alpine Energy and the man from BNK called you.”

I have the numbers temporarily programmed into my phone, so I call Alpine, but I’m told they’ll call back, then I call William.

“You wanted something?”

“Ah, did you get the letter?”

“I’m going to say this once. You already signed the papers, so with Alpine we go through the proper channels. I’ll talk to one of the lawyers tomorrow. Just a heads up, the will’s ironclad.”

And I hang up on him.

“Also,” I say to the car, “go fuck yourself, you perverted piece of shit.”

I swear, no matter what happens with Sarah and me, that man won’t be touching her ever again.

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