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HALLIE
When I lived in Kentucky, life had been hard. In Florida, it had been harder. But now I was coming to learn that life would never be easy, just difficult in different ways.
And if this case had been difficult for me, it had been a hundred times worse for Ford.
He was hurting.
He also loved me.
He loved me.
My stomach churned like a washing machine, my emotions a tangle of wet socks waiting to be unravelled. This was all new territory for me. How should I act? What should I say? Do? Somehow, I had to provide support and comfort, but my brain had turned into a weird, happy mush.
Yesterday—well, this morning—Ford had put his hands on me, and I’d enjoyed it. More than that… I’d freaking adored it. The lazy exploration, the sweet caresses, the tongue that got everywhere. And n
