“Something wrong?” Matt asked.
Jake rubbed his face to avoid answering the question. How could he explain the feeling that Phoebe was out there somewhere, watching the chaos she’d wrought? How to explain it when he didn’t believe she’d been responsible for the c*****e inside? He felt like Jekyll and Hyde. Convinced that she and Hyatt were responsible for the run on TelTech but not the deaths. It was crazy. Insane. Madness.
Now he knew how Alice had felt falling down that rabbit’s hole. He needed quiet and a big pot of coffee while he sorted through the chaos, but all he was going to get was the coffee.
Maybe—he had a sudden chilling thought—he’d never feel peace again. What if the huge rip in his heart never healed? What if the marshal never got over the lady outlaw?
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