Chapter Twenty-Eight
Grace
It was foggy this morning. Main Street in Stolen Hearts Valley was shrouded in mist as I came to a stop and parked my car across the street from Wake & Bake Café. I was trying to ignore the yearning that just wouldn’t quit for Boone. I’d gotten home from Asheville late last night and wrestled with the disappointment of finding his truck gone. It had now been five days since I’d seen him. It felt like far more than that.
The truth was I loved him, and I’d never stopped. I marveled at how well I’d avoided facing this truth for years. While there’d been enough chemistry with John at the beginning to push me into thinking I could move on, it had dissipated quickly. John had only added another layer to my issues of mistrust with men and left my pride stinging. So n
