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“No,” Chloe said right away. “She wouldn’t do that. Emma has always been responsible, and she had no reason to leave. We’ve been best friends since grade school. She would have called me if she could.” Emma hadn’t reached out to Chloe at all, and it was making her panic. “Do you think it could have anything to do with James?” Christine asked. Months ago, Chloe would have immediately defended James. Now, she wasn’t even sure she had ever really known him. “Because she worked for him? I don’t know,” Chloe admitted quietly. She didn’t want to believe James had anything to do with Emma’s disappearance. He swore he had no idea why she hadn’t shown up for work one day. The only thing Emma had ever said about him was that James could be a difficult boss. But she had only worked for him for a short time before she vanished. Honestly, it didn’t make sense for James to be involved. They barely knew each other. Chloe couldn’t imagine any reason that would make him responsible for Emma

The waitress left, and right away his face changed to one of disapproval as he stared at her across the table. I know what that look means now. If she went home with him, they wouldn’t talk calmly. He’d let out his anger by hurting her. “I’m not going home with you. I’m done,” she said casually, though her stomach was full of nervous butterflies. She rarely went home with James, and she could count on one hand how many times they’d had sex since she came back to Rocky Springs. She actually dreaded those moments because sex for James wasn’t about love anymore—it was about punishment and control. She had avoided it as much as she could, and lately, she refused to be alone with him. After the last time he hurt her, she hadn’t given him another chance to force her into bed again. She took a long sip of her drink and watched James secretly. Suddenly, his hand shot across the table so fast that she couldn’t react. His long fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Chloe flinched. Fro

Chloe smiled fondly. “Christine,” she said simply. “She’s teaching me how to stand up for myself, and she knows a lot about bad relationships. She’s had one or two herself before she met Terrence. Not abusive ones, but still unhealthy. She’s the one who helped me start counseling, and it’s made a big difference.”Aileen sighed with relief, thankful that Terrence had married such a kind, strong woman; someone who had opened Chloe’s eyes when she couldn’t see the truth herself. “She’s good for him,” Aileen said warmly.Chloe rolled her eyes playfully. “That’s putting it lightly. They practically worship each other,” she said with a small smile. “I’d love to have a relationship like theirs someday.”“You will, Chloe. Just don’t settle for less than you deserve,” Aileen warned gently. The brief, longing look in her daughter’s eyes made her heart ache.Chloe shrugged. “I guess I’m still figuring out what I deserve. I never expected much because I’ve never really liked myself. That probably

Aileen paused for a moment before answering. Finally, she said, “I don’t know. I fell for your dad really fast. He put a ring on my finger within a month. Sometimes, I guess you just…know. Two people are just connected in a way you can’t explain. I know it doesn’t always happen like that, but that’s what happened with me.” “That’s what happened with Christine and Terrence too. She says I’ll know when I find the right guy.” “She’s right. You will.” “I love you, Mom. Sweet dreams,” Chloe whispered as she turned to go to her bedroom, the same room she had before going to college. Aileen watched her daughter walk to bed from her seat at the kitchen table, her mind full of guilt and self-blame. Why hadn’t she seen how much pain Chloe was in? Why didn’t she stop it? She had always let her grown children make their own choices, but if she had known about James’s abusive side, she would have stopped it somehow. Even though she wanted to keep Chloe close for a while, she hoped her daught

One thing Gabe liked about Chloe was that she was real. She didn’t pretend to be someone she wasn’t. She might come from a rich family, but you’d never guess that just by talking to her. She was smart but never acted stuck-up, and she seemed most comfortable just being herself. There was nothing fake about Chloe—what you saw was what you got. “She’s too damn gorgeous for her own good,” Gabe muttered, wondering how long it would take before another man noticed exactly what he saw in her. He hated the idea of anyone else catching her attention. Chase, his six-year-old Border collie, jumped up excitedly from where he had been lying by Gabe’s feet. “Let’s go, buddy.” Gabe snapped his fingers to get the energetic dog’s attention. “Mind your manners,” he warned. Chase was usually well-behaved, but sometimes he got too excited. The dog sat down and looked up at Gabe with big, pleading eyes. “This isn’t treat time, buddy,” Gabe said in a deep voice, knowing exactly what Chase wanted. B