Lance sat on his front steps, his eyes on his fingers on the neck of the guitar he held. He would not look down the road again. He would not.
Amber had extended her time in Colorado by a week, and then another, and she’d promised she’d be back for the wedding.
He didn’t think he’d miss one of her best friend’s weddings, which was tomorrow afternoon, and she’d texted him to say she was on the plane a few hours ago. She should be pulling in any minute—but Lance would not look again.
He would not.
He plucked chords by watching his fingers as if he’d never played the guitar before. His heart had been shrinking since Amber had left, and until that morning, Lance had started to doubt she’d ever come back to Last Chance Ranch.
The crunch of tires against the gravel brought his head up. The m
