CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVEThe past few weeks had his mind all a flurry. His usual aggressive attitude when those little flags popped up were somehow softened for some reason. This is part of what he’s struggling with nearly as much as the red flags themselves. There were plenty of ways that he could give validation to them and find out for sure beyond those little gut punch feelings, but something is holding him back from doing that. The scent and the taste from earlier, his inkling as to what those might be could be settled with near certainty with one simple phone call. Why hasn’t he made it and why doesn’t he want to do it? He’s searched infinitely into the why of it all and all he keeps coming back to is hurting her. If he found out what he was thinking was in fac
