Chapter Thirty
Hope flamed to life in Travis’s chest as he pulled away from the Grace home. There were only four places Elaine was likely to be, and she wasn’t at the first three. It was unreasonable for him under any circumstance to hope that Elaine would be home, waiting for him. But as he made the turn onto his own drive, hope was there, burning inside him. And when he saw her sitting on the front porch with Dottie, who bristled like a prairie chicken defending its turf, it spread like a grass fire down to his toes.
The urge to race to the porch and sweep her in his arms was powerful. But instinctively he knew that would only make it worse. What had Weston said about unprecedented groveling? Worry niggled at him, but he brushed it away. He was a man on a mission and defeat was not an
