Chapter Twenty-Nine
Margaret was just going into the house after tossing a flake of hay to Angel when she heard the truck coming up her driveway, and not just any truck—Joe’s truck.
After the roller coaster he’d put her through, she didn’t think she could be nice anymore. Joe had always been really good at schmoozing, telling stories, and working things in his favor. Whatever he wanted now, she was done hearing it. The fact was that all she had ever wanted was that fairytale ending, to have it all. Wasn’t that what every girl wanted? But Joe had proven time and again that he was no good, and definitely no good for her.
When he got out of his truck, he dug into each step as he walked right toward her. Margaret skidded down the stairs and started to move sideways. The look in his eyes as
