“Noël?” His eyes were blown wide, frantic with fear. The comfort of him, finally here after what felt like a galactic age, overwhelmed me. I melted into him, grasping his filthy jacket as my sobs ratcheted. He was wearing that barn jacket, the one he’d put around my shoulders during our first ride. I couldn’t breathe. There was no air for me between the driving rain and my tears. I was gasping. Peanut had trotted out into the rain to investigate, and she whined when she saw me, shoving her nose into my neck. Wyatt’s hands cupped my face. “What happened? Noël, Jesus Christ, what happened?
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