Page 21 of Fury
Drank her down.
Addicted in an instant.
Fuck.
Now, all that was behind him. Everything. All was solid and stable with the Rebels, life was good for his men. They got what they needed, what he wanted for them, every ounce of it. But...Always a but, he thought, forcing out a hard breath as he tried to push the memories aside. But, he would never havethat. This day, standing on the hill at a good man’s funeral, looking out at the respect and love paid that man, he’d felt hollow and empty instead of full. Hope was Hoss’ whole world, and she handed that back to him. Full circle love. Like Bethany could have been.
Not mine.
His brain wouldn’t rest, everything set to a simmer inside him.I’ll never have that kind of woman. Not him.Wasn’t written in my fucking cards. His one chance so far in the past, he was sure she wouldn’t remember him if he were to walk in the room. Never again hear her voice cry out his name.Fuck, never got to hear that anyway. She didn’t know me.
He grabbed the bottle from the table in front of him. Using the edge of one hand, he spun the lid off, letting it fall to the floor and lifted the bottle, drinking deep.
