KATIE NODDED, RELIEF and want washing over her like a wave. The air around them had grown so strange since she’d pulled out that knife and burned her hair.
“I have no idea what we’re doing,” she said as a wild laugh bubbled up from her chest.
“Neither do I.” Brendan wrapped his hand around her wrist. His fingers were strong, his hands rougher than they’d been before he’d done so much farm work. His voice was filled with gentle wonder that seemed to chase away whatever Katie had summoned with her impulsive decision about her hair.
Suddenly, she felt like she had the freedom to do what she wanted, and, for the first time in months, she knew exactly what that was. Her eyes went hard, like they sometimes did on the ice when she and Brendan were at their best. She yanked out of his grasp.
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