“He did what?” Sawyer stared out the dingy hotel window as Cache told him again that Blue had tried to eat one of Jeri’s chickens. “That’s so strange. He’s lived next door to those chickens for months and months. I wonder what’s come over him.”
“I don’t know,” Cache said. “We got it away from him, and the bird looks like it’ll be okay. I put them both in the coop with the others by the horse barn.”
“Good idea,” Sawyer said.
“How’d things go with Jeri?”
“Okay.” He sighed. Lunch had gone great, in his opinion. But he wasn’t trying to make up for fifteen lost years and heal so much hurt. “I talked to her, and she didn’t walk away.”
I’m not going to walk away.
I’m not going to walk away.Sawyer had thought I love you would be the best words on earth, especially coming from Jeri’s mouth. B
