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Sydney stared out the window of the black SUV—the one she thought for months belonged to a p*****t. She glanced at Wes' profile and out the window again. So far their conversation had been stilted. They'd talked about the weather, the renos at the farm, the fire…but nothing on a personal level. It had been raining hard since last night. A good sign for the fire fighters.
Finally, Wes started to talk. “I wonder sometimes if things would have been different if I'd just come back to see Chelsea face to face, instead of waiting for her to contact me. But so much was against me back then. My parents, classes at university…” he trailed off.
“Wasn't it you who said yesterday that hindsight is a wonderful thing but it has nothing to do with reality?”
Wes smiled. “It was. Not in those exact
