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There were things that needed to be said.
She gathered her courage. “I’m not sure there’s much to be gained from going over old ground, but—” she took a breath “—but if I hurt you, I’m sorry.”
He stared at the coffee in his cup. “If you hurt me?” he repeated softly. “If?”
He wasn’t going to let this be easy. She understood. She deserved this. “When,” she corrected. “When I hurt you.”
He looked up. “I guess I’d really just like to know what happened.”
“You left,” she said.
“I enlisted. We had discussed it. You said you would wait.”
She had intended to. And she had wanted to. Then things had happened. But nothing she could tell Bray about. Nothing she could ever tell anyone about.
Urgent Pursuit
Beverly Long
BEVERLY LONG enjoys the opportunity to write her own stories. She has both a bachelor’s and a master’s degree in business and more than twenty years of experience as a human resources director. She considers her books to be a great success if they compel the reader to stay up way past their bedtime. Beverly loves to hear from readers. Visit www.beverlylong.com, or like her at Facebook.com/beverlylong.romance.
To mothers and daughters and the love they share.
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Tuesday, 4:00 p.m.
Bray got off the plane in St. Louis, Missouri, and shuffled alongside all the other passengers through the terminal. He’d slept the entire flight, but since it was just over two hours from New York to St. Louis, it was not nearly enough time to make up for the past three months, when any rest in excess of four hours a night was considered a luxury.
And when you made your living working as a drug enforcement agent, luxury wasn’t part of your everyday vocabulary. But now he had five whole days of downtime, a well-earned vacation as his boss had coined it, to catch up on his sleep.
For months, he’d been planning to travel to Missouri in November for Thanksgiving. Had expected turkey would be served at Chase’s upscale, albeit rather sterile, apartment in St. Louis. Had not imagined Chase would move the event to the family home in Ravesville—or that he’d add something else to the holiday weekend.
He’d been casual, too casual Bray now realized, when he’d asked Bray how he might feel about extending his stay through Sunday. Bray had assumed he was looking for help to get the house ready for sale.
