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He
deserved as much, but he thought she would. To hear her say no hurt
more than he could imagine. What would happen to his sweet little
girl?
    “ I’ve thought of so many
reasons why I shouldn’t, of so many ways to tell you no… of all the
progress Anne and I have made…. You know, I don’t even have visions
anymore. I don’t even have to try and block them. I’ve never slept
so well. I could have refused on that alone.”
    “ You don’t have to justify
your answer,” he bit back the sarcasm.
    “ That is the problem, I
can’t. None of it warrants leaving your daughter to whatever fate…
I just need you to know now that I don’t know how much I can help.
I know that I have seen her in visions tonight. I’m pretty sure
that they are what I’m seeing through you, but if I can see that
then I may be able to see more. I’m just not sure.”
    “ Wait, are you saying you
will help?”
    She nodded solemnly. “I’ll
try.”
    He leaped up grabbing her in a giant
bear hug. She stiffened under his touch and he mentally cringed.
Pulling back, embarrassed, he took her hand. Even this seemed too
personal.
    “ I can’t begin to tell you
how much I appreciate it… When can we leave?” He cautiously looked
into her eyes. The eyes that he had seen full of fear, tears, mirth
and life were not the eyes that looked back at him. These eyes were
still the same sunflower eyes ringed in blue, but they were
guarded, the set around them harder than he remembered. He supposed
he deserved it after how everything had ended.
    “ Well, we should be going
as soon as possible. Let me just pack some stuff and get a quick
shower in, then I suppose we should head out.” She pulled her hand
free and headed upstairs. For the first time Grant reflected on how
this might not be such a good idea. It was so damned hard for him
to walk away from her last time. Now they were going to be spending
a lot of time together. He would have to be a saint to not get hung
up on her again, but for both their sakes he would have to try.
Unfortunately Grant knew he was no saint.

    Clear pulled out her travel bag and
jammed clothes in it angrily. Already she could feel the pull to
him, but damn her if she would let him break her heart again. Fool
me once, shame on you; fool me twice shame on me! She was so
frustrated that she barely paid any attention as she packed. She
steeled her resolve as she showered, determined that she would not
let her personal feelings get all muddled up. She despised Grant
for his cowardly behavior and she was damned sure not going to be
made a fool again! Getting out of the shower, she threw on sleeper
pants and a baby tee, then grabbed a hoodie in case it was cold.
She thought about throwing some make up on, but what was the point?
She glowered at herself in the mirror. Grant was not going to
tangle her heart up again, she would not allow it!
    Taking the stairs two at a time, she
pulled up in surprise at Grant waiting for her by the
door.
    “ Are you ready?” he
asked.
    “ Yes.” She took a deep
breath, “No, I need to let my foreman know I’m going.” Stomping out
the door, she tried to make herself angry with him, to keep from
caving under those perfect blue eyes. Tossing him her bag, she
muttered, “I’ll be right back.”
    She took off at a jog toward the barn.
It was barely six in the morning, but she knew that Mr. Smith would
be in the barn tending the horses. He was a morning person. As she
flew into the barn a few of the horses nickered. They could
probably sense her mood and it made them uncomfortable.
    “ Mr. Smith,” she called
out. She wasn’t surprised when his head came up from behind the far
stall. She was surprised when Mr. Yarbrough stood up next to him.
‘ Damn !’ She had
completely forgotten about the English buyer. “Uh, Mr. Yarbrough,
good morning. I’m sorry about last night… I uh.. Well, I have a
friend who is having a personal emergency and he really needs my…”
what was she going to