“He’s a dog.”
Hayes swallowed.
“He’s her dog.”
Wyatt turned his pistol toward him.
“Excuse me?”
That was when Cora knew.
Hayes wasn’t one of them.
Not completely.
Not yet.
He was afraid of Wyatt.
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Buzz
My husband was a doctor at the very hospital where I spent an entire month fighting for my life—and during all that time, he never visited me.
When I was finally discharged, he looked at me and coldly said, “I was too busy.” I didn’t argue. I simply took off my…
