Page 85 of Saddles

Is she going to hurt me?

“Your face is like watching a movie,” she laughs, then she turns serious. “I had no idea what a piece of shit I had married. I’m glad he’s gone. But I’ve always felt guilty that I’m the one who ruined Ford’s life. He put her trust inmyhands.” She flattens her palms up for emphasis.

Holy shit.

“I had no idea.” I don’t even know how to respond.

“You are a sign that he’s healing, and that makes me very, very happy.” She jumps up, shifting behind the bar. “So the bottle is on the house. Let me go grab a new one.”

“Thank you.” This is so insane.

It’s like everyone wants us together.

Well, my father hasn’t met Ford yet.

“Here you go. Be sure to bring that asshole by while he’s back.” Val grins at me from behind the amber liquor.

“I will. It was very nice to meet you.” I tug my hood back up and aim for the exit.

I see why Mason suggested I come in. It was very worth it to see that smile on her face. And I can see now why there’d never be anything between them.

Too many negative emotions would cloud that pair up.

But it does make me feel a little better knowing that she’s safe.

My fingers are just touching the worn door when I see two figures on the other side that rip my breath from my body.

No!

I’ll never forget Davy’s face.

Or his brother’s a few feet behind.

And they’re both heading this way.

Fuck.

Turning quickly, I dart towards the musty hall leading to the bathroom and dive in.

My hands shake as I dig out the phone.

“Hey, you’re early.” Ford’s calm voice is laced with the wind.

“It’s them, they’re here.” Terror raises my tone louder than I want.

“April, where are you?” he growls.

“I’m at the Hilltop Bar. I stopped to get you some whiskey.” I stare down at the square glass, not really sure if it’s worth it now.

“Where’s Val? She can help. She has a pistol.” He keeps his words measured, but I can hear the tint of frustration.

“They’re inside, between us. I’m scared, Ford. What if they see me? What if they take me?” My heart races as the flood of jagged memories fastens me to the ground.

The pain and fear clench me in their icy grip, making me cling to the sink to stay standing.

I can’t catch my breath, no matter how fast I pant.

I have to get out of here.

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