Colton's Lethal Reunion. Tara Taylor Quinn
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Название: Colton's Lethal Reunion

Автор: Tara Taylor Quinn

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon Heroes

isbn: 9780008904869

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      “When I got back from college, I moved out of the mansion,” he told her. “I built a house…”

      “You don’t live in the mansion?”

      But that’s where she’d been picturing him. In the present. But in the past, too. All those years, every time she’d driven out that way, she’d always looked out in the distance and pictured him up on the third floor, in a corner room separate from his other siblings. He’d used to describe the place to her: all the bathrooms, the carpeting so thick you don’t hear steps when you walk…

      “I built my own place…” he was saying again, and she stopped him.

      “Had it built, you mean.”

      He wasn’t in the mansion. She had no idea where he lived. Couldn’t picture his home, but it shouldn’t matter.

      She just didn’t like that kind of surprise. Some things were meant to stay neatly in their place.

      “I hired help, yes, but I did as much of the work myself as I could,” he told her, surprising her. “It took me over a year.” He stood there, meeting her gaze, holding on to her with it, like he needed her to see inside him.

      She wasn’t going to look. Didn’t he get that? He’d taken away that right, once. She wasn’t going to let him take it from her again.

      And couldn’t live with it and not live with him.

      “I built it on our land, Kerry. Our spot on the other side of the hill behind the barn.”

      No. He. Did. Not.

      He was living on the one acre in the world that was sacred to her? The one that had sustained her during her years with him, allowing them to be friends unseen, and the ones after him, too. The one place in the world where she’d always been able to find solace?

      She’d cried more tears in that dust and dirt than she’d cried since. Ever.

      Not at her father’s funeral. And not at Tyler’s, either.

      She’d cried more for Rafe than for either of the men who were family to her.

      And she couldn’t do this. She wasn’t that girl anymore. He’d killed her.

      “You broke my heart, Rafe.”

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