“Cole, she’s nothing like Courtney. You’ve got to see that.”
Cole’s stepmother was a gold digger who’d taken his dad for ride. A cruel and nasty ride. She’d worked her wiles on the grieving widower and married him, only to divorce him a short time later and steal the bulk of his money. With the man’s vast property, he’d been Montana wealthy—rich, but didn’t flaunt it. Cole, who’d been a teenager at the time, could only watch helplessly as the b***h had crushed the old man’s spirit. Cole believed her actions were the reason his father had a heart attack and died a few months later.
It made me bitter, just thinking about what that b***h had done. But Cole? It had made him jaded as f**k, that women weren’t to be trusted, especially with his heart. My gut said something was up with Hannah, b
