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Remy didn’t hear from Sawyer. Not the next day. Or the one after that.
Not that whole week, actually.
In fact, when she saw him at the church social on Sunday, he barely spared her a glance. He also made a point of talking to Emma Lake, a gorgeous redhead who’d moved to Catahoula about a year before.
Damn him, she thought, but of course she couldn’t say anything.
She’d done this, after all. Walked out on him, left a thank you note.
This was her big plan, her big stupid plan.
The social crawled by, and Remy didn’t think she’d ever felt so glad to go home afterward. Except when she got home, Shiloh was fussy, running a fever.
She went into Mommy Mode, as she liked to call it. Ran him a cool bath, gave him some baby aspirin. Monitored the fever, waited for it to break as they alway
