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hide the pain in her eyes. She felt his hand lace through hers, the leather of the lead ropes brushing against their flesh. “Harley, if I knew, I would have done whatever I could to make you stronger —not only enough to deal with your mother, but to ride Danny Boy, to keep you safe. I was taking my time, letting you find your own way so you would never forget, but if I knew we were out of time, I would have—I would have done something.” He squeezed her hand. “If they were already going to rip us apart, I wouldn’t have walked on glass; I would have stolen more time.”
Her eyes met his, fell deep within. “No distance or time is ever going to change the way I feel about you. I wanted this summer to be perfect, and it has been. I don’t want to fight. I forget about it when we’re together, when I feel this, when I know that it’s strong e nough to face whatever test we’re given…don’t take that away from me.”
He squeezed her hand and pulled the horse he was guiding closer, long enough that it shielded him, giving him enough time to bring her hand to his lips. Before having no other choice than to let it go, he heard his brother open the gate and start to make his way on the path they were on. “I’m not going anywhere, Harley. I will always be your safe place.”
The next few days, it was hard to get away at night. It seemed like both Camille and Beckett stayed up later than usual, either that or Ava constantly had friends spending the night. But finally one night, the house was asleep by eleven.
Harley locked her room door, and for good measure she moved the pillows on her bed to make it look like she was lying there. She then climbed out her window onto the balcony, moved her legs over it, and began to scale down. Wyatt was on the ground, bracing to catch her if she fell, even though he knew she had done this too many times to slip.
He took her hand, and they disappeared into the shadows. The four-wheelers and Jeep were too loud to use this late at night, but the golf cart was nice and quiet. Wyatt had parked one by the edge of the fence, and they climbed in and made their way to the creek. The entire way, Harley’s heart was racing. They hadn’t spoken about any end or crossing any line since their fight, if you could even call that a fight.
She had no idea what to expect as he laid out the blanket on the bank of the creek; that was their normal routine. The sounds of nature were screaming around them, and the stars were thick above them.
She lay her head on his shoulder, just as she had done a million times before.
“How long does she want to keep you abroad?” he asked finally.
Harley had gone round and round with her mother about her future—well, at least she would always find an excuse not to take the path she wanted her to.
“A summer was the last I heard.”
“What was it before that?”
“She wanted me to take at least a semester over there.”
“For what?” He nearly cussed the words, which didn’t put Harley any more at ease.
Harley’s first thought was to become a veterinarian. From the way her mother gasped, you would have thought she’d told her mother she wanted to be a waitress. In the end, her mother—with her father backing her—convinced Harley that she could do more for animals if she entered law, specifically business law, and that if she did so she would have more power when she began charities for animal rights.
Harley knew the education was just a ruse; all in all, her mother never expected her to work a day in her life. She wanted her to have a vibrant resume that said she studied abroad, that she spoke so many languages and was educated in such a manner, but that wasn’t for a career; that was to become a wife, a wife of some powerful man that would further extend the family’s wealth, maybe even add some kind of fame or notoriety.
Harley told her father —and meant it—that she did not want to study abroad because she would be too far from
Her eyes met his, fell deep within. “No distance or time is ever going to change the way I feel about you. I wanted this summer to be perfect, and it has been. I don’t want to fight. I forget about it when we’re together, when I feel this, when I know that it’s strong e nough to face whatever test we’re given…don’t take that away from me.”
He squeezed her hand and pulled the horse he was guiding closer, long enough that it shielded him, giving him enough time to bring her hand to his lips. Before having no other choice than to let it go, he heard his brother open the gate and start to make his way on the path they were on. “I’m not going anywhere, Harley. I will always be your safe place.”
The next few days, it was hard to get away at night. It seemed like both Camille and Beckett stayed up later than usual, either that or Ava constantly had friends spending the night. But finally one night, the house was asleep by eleven.
Harley locked her room door, and for good measure she moved the pillows on her bed to make it look like she was lying there. She then climbed out her window onto the balcony, moved her legs over it, and began to scale down. Wyatt was on the ground, bracing to catch her if she fell, even though he knew she had done this too many times to slip.
He took her hand, and they disappeared into the shadows. The four-wheelers and Jeep were too loud to use this late at night, but the golf cart was nice and quiet. Wyatt had parked one by the edge of the fence, and they climbed in and made their way to the creek. The entire way, Harley’s heart was racing. They hadn’t spoken about any end or crossing any line since their fight, if you could even call that a fight.
She had no idea what to expect as he laid out the blanket on the bank of the creek; that was their normal routine. The sounds of nature were screaming around them, and the stars were thick above them.
She lay her head on his shoulder, just as she had done a million times before.
“How long does she want to keep you abroad?” he asked finally.
Harley had gone round and round with her mother about her future—well, at least she would always find an excuse not to take the path she wanted her to.
“A summer was the last I heard.”
“What was it before that?”
“She wanted me to take at least a semester over there.”
“For what?” He nearly cussed the words, which didn’t put Harley any more at ease.
Harley’s first thought was to become a veterinarian. From the way her mother gasped, you would have thought she’d told her mother she wanted to be a waitress. In the end, her mother—with her father backing her—convinced Harley that she could do more for animals if she entered law, specifically business law, and that if she did so she would have more power when she began charities for animal rights.
Harley knew the education was just a ruse; all in all, her mother never expected her to work a day in her life. She wanted her to have a vibrant resume that said she studied abroad, that she spoke so many languages and was educated in such a manner, but that wasn’t for a career; that was to become a wife, a wife of some powerful man that would further extend the family’s wealth, maybe even add some kind of fame or notoriety.
Harley told her father —and meant it—that she did not want to study abroad because she would be too far from
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