Chapter Thirty-One
Gunnar’s gloved hand landed heavily on Axe’s shoulder. “Why don’t you take a break, man? You’ve been at this for hours.”
“So has everyone else,” he growled, shaking off Gunn’s hand and looking around the rubble pile. The days had flowed together as volunteers moved from one site to another, slowly but surely cleaning up the debris left by the tornado.
“Everyone else isn’t trying to work themselves to the bone to forget a woman.”
“Yeah? Who says I’m trying to forget?”
If only it were that easy. It was this limbo that sucked. Over two weeks of stilted conversations that more often than not, ended in an argument. Haley refused to budge about moving here, and he didn’t see a future for himself off the ranch.
Gunnar’s voice grew impatient. “If you’re not trying to forge
