Sawyer
The contractors are gone when I pull in the drive, but rather than feeling grateful I won’t have to dodge them I feel apprehensive, because I’m starting to believe I belong here.
It’s only been a few short days since I agreed to start over, and already the anger and hurt from the past eight years are starting to fade. That’s a good thing, but it’s happening so fast I don’t know how to trust it.
I believe Wes is sincere when he says he wants a future with me. That he regrets the way things played out all those years ago. But am I truly over what happened? Do I forgive him? I want to.
I’m wrestling with this thought as I step inside to find Wes swinging a sledgehammer at the fireplace.
“Isn’t that your dad’s job?” I tease from the doorway, admiring the lean muscles his t-shirt ca
