I turn my head and stare out at the deep, dense, dark forest. Something warm and dangerous curls inside me. A spark of memory. Three years ago. Wyatt and the day of the farewell campfire dinner. I shake my head, clearing it. All we are is a mistake. Wyatt knows it. This entire last year, the man has given me those pitiful sad puppy dog eyes every time we came within an inch of contact. I got the message loud and clear. Not only have I fucked up Dakota’s life, I’ve fucked up Wyatt’s. I see what he’s doing to himself to try to keep me afloat. Looking out for me on the rodeo. He’s another piece
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