13
The nightly bonfire had already been lit, and Kayla could hear laughter and music echoing through the trees. Part of her yearned to mingle with the cast and crew, to celebrate her newfound mobility. But she was still too confused, her emotions were still too raw.
She needed time to think. To plan.
And, ultimately, to grieve. Because no matter which path she chose, inevitably she would lose something precious.
Damn it, how could she have let herself fall in love with Alex Matthews? He was nothing at all like his fictional character.
‘Mac’ was larger than life—brilliant, witty, noble, honorable. Everything a woman could possibly want.
Alex was moody, complex, utterly perplexing. Friendly one moment, and cool the next. Angry, then comforting. Tender, then fierce.
How could any woman
