“This will be a shotgun wedding if you don’t leave here in the next ten seconds, Ella Mae.” His tone hovered somewhere between angry and explosive with desire. “You. Need. To. Go.” She stared at him, not sure what to do. She didn’t want to leave, but he kept breaking her heart. Giving her hope only to steal it back in the last three years. And if she gave in to him again, she’d never recover when he took that hope away one more time. “Goodnight,” she whispered, hating her decision. But she’d hate herself more for staying.
