Chapter 82 THAT OLD GUITAR

POV: Ryder

Five days since Ryder had laid it bare for Isobel, and not a whisper back. No text. No call. Nothing but the silence of an empty corral at midnight. The not knowing gnawed at him, steady as a rope burn, slow, hot, and impossible to ignore. He’d tried burying himself in work, running numb...

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