hint of disappointment. It was for the best. He was gone. Hopefully for good, the way he should have been when their divorce was final.
Jerking open the door to the Bronco, Erin climbed in and reached for the seat belt as she angled her foot toward the brake. Her heel rolled on something and an all-too-familiar sound paralyzed her, cold terror icing her movements and driving the world into slow motion.
No. There was no way. None. She had to be dreaming. Or hallucinating.
Tilting her head, she looked at her foot, throat dry, head pounding...
And found a rattlesnake beneath the heel of her boot.
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