Chapter Thirty
The spring wind caressed Maddie’s face as she stood at the fence watching the bison munch on grass. She’d found herself here every day during lunch. Drawn by a powerful melancholy and a crazy urge to stay connected to home. To Blake.
Somehow.
Every day, rain or shine, for the last three weeks, she’d come. It hadn’t helped. When she conjured his face, the pain sliced through her like a laser. When she imagined his eyes, she could only see Simon’s. Which set off a wave of grief and longing. What would a child of theirs look like? In her twenty-eight years, she’d never considered children. A handful of weeks with Blake, and she was contemplating the whole kit and caboodle.
When would the intense, breathtaking pain stop and the ache set in? She’d give anything for the dull a
