Abruptly, big, sturdy fingers reached for mine and my eyes shot up to their owner, my heart leaping to my throat, because for an impossible fraction of a second, I thought my wish had come true. But it was Billy Winston who stood at my shoulder, not Jason. And Hank Weller was walking past him to stand at my other side. The second oldest Winston brother gave me a kind smile and the knots eased, just a bit. My burdens had lessened because this strong, sweet, capable young man was willing to share them temporarily. Just knowing I wasn’t alone, just knowing someone had my back and wouldn’t let me
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