Chapter Twelve
Harlow
The following morning, I woke in my bed at Last Frontier Lodge. Alone. My mind spun back to the night before, when I kissed Max and then came to my senses. Simply recalling the kiss had my lips tingling and butterflies spinning in my belly. The depth of my attraction to Max was intense, and ran deep as a river inside of me. I couldn’t quite believe I’d managed to break away to tell him the plain truth—it was a bad idea.
Tears pricked hot at the backs of my eyes. Annoyed with myself, I kicked back the covers and headed for the shower. I wasn’t on the verge of tears over Max. Rather, that well of emotion stemmed from regret over my trail of bad choices in men. Not that there had been that many, yet each and every one had been a repeat performance of me wishfully, des
