Chapter Eighteen
Ty stared, awestruck at the sensual woman stretched out next to him. This was uncharted territory. He’d never been with a woman so open, so free, so… everything. Something ballooned inside his chest, something bigger and wilder than he’d ever experienced. But he couldn’t shake the last pit of fear deep inside. What if something went wrong? He’d fallen from such heights, that the thought of climbing upward again still gave him pause.
“There are words on your face,” she murmured, drawing a finger across his jawline. “What is it?”
Ty shut his eyes, drawing in a deep breath through his nose. This was it, his personal reckoning. Did he trust Maybelle enough to take the leap? To be honest with her in a way he’d never been honest with another woman? To bare the deep wounds he
