pain.
Charlie put a hand on Noraâs arm. âLooks like sheâs ready to leave.â
Nora stomped to the rock and picked up Scottâs box. âSheâs got no breeding.â And doesnât that sound just like Abigail. G aa!
The tethers of her control snapped. She sprinted toward the blonde, weighted down by the heavy pine box.
Abbey let out a bark and raced with her.
âHey. Honey, wait,â Charlie called.
Outrunning Charlie wasnât hard. Noraâs vision narrowed to a red laser focused on the tacky blonde. The bimbo turned just as Nora slammed into her side, driving her into a tree like a croquet ball.
The girl regained her balance. âWhat the hell?â
Abbey bowed his front legs and barked, tail wagging.
The two guys with the bimbo stood backâjust the cowardly sort of friends she deserved.
âHow dare you show up here today.â Nora fought the urge to slam Scottâs box into the girlâs nose.
Silence fell for a moment while the woman stared at Nora.
Charlie caught up to them. He waved his arm at the blonde as if she were a wasp. âGo on. Youâre not wanted.â
Noraâs words spit at her. âDonât you have any pride? Iâm his wife.â Was his wife .
The girl narrowed her eyes and glared at Nora. âHow long do you think he stayed away from me?â When Nora didnât answer, she said, âTry two weeks.â
Blood rushed through Noraâs ears. This wasnât true. It couldnât be. Theyâd been trying to put their marriage back on track for almost two years.
The bimbo nodded. âThatâs right. There is a lot about him you donât know.â
Breathe. Stand up. Do not fall apart. Pride was all that kept her alive.
âHe used to call you Mom. You squeezed the life out of him. Thatâs why he came to me.â
Despite Herculean effort, Nora slumped against Charlie.
Charlie held out his palm. âYou stop talking now.â
Bimbo stuck the dull knife in farther. âHe planned on leaving. He almost had enough saved for us to leave together. But you found out and you killed him!â
Money? âLiar.â She pulled away from Charlie. âThere was no money.â
The smug look on Bimboâs face infuriated Nora. âMaybe Scott felt sorry for you and didnât want to hurt you. But I wonât protect you.â
Charlie shooed her away. âYouâre out of line.â
Bimbo shouted at Nora. âYou didnât know anything about him. He had a job, his ticket to freedom. Thatâs what he said. And he was finally going to leave.â Suddenly she broke down in heaving sobs. âAnd now heâs gone.â
Nora couldnât feel her own body.
Tears streaked Bimboâs makeup. With her red eyes and dripping nose, she looked more like the grieving widow than did Nora. Bimbo shrieked and ran at Nora. âAnd I know you did it. You killed him. I know it!â
Bimbo drew her arm back and swung toward Noraâs face. Just before her palm slapped Noraâs cheek, a hand shot out from behind Nora and caught Bimbo on the wrist.
Abbey set up a string of agitated barking.
Cole Huntsman lowered the womanâs arm, giving her a fierce look. âLeave her alone.â
No one moved for a full three seconds. Then the two guys, Bimboâs cowardly friends, shrouded her and spirited her down the trail.
Noraâs knees trembled. She bent over and heaved, the acid of bile burning her sore throat.
Charlie appeared at her side, grabbing a handful of her hair and patting her back.
Strength trickled back. It didnât matter how many deaths Scott died to her, she would have to keep breathing. She stood and stared into the forest, gathering her forces.
The branches, logs, flowers, and shrubs shifted from fog to focus and she realized she was staring, not at a Ponderosa as sheâd expected, but at a man. Or at least he seemed like it. He wore a
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