CHAPTER 9
I SAT ON the bench seat for ages after Blake left. The feeling running through me had been unfamiliar until recently: guilt.
I’d snapped at Blake without thinking things through, and how had he reacted? By showing a trust in me that no man ever had.
Eventually, when my legs were ablaze with pins and needles, I struggled to my feet, knees cracking. The keys had grown warm in my sweaty palm, and when I dropped them on the counter, I found that as well as the ignition key and the keys to the tack lockers, I had an extra one.
Blake had given me a key to the house.
He’d given me a choice.
It was a funny thing, choice. When you didn’t have any, you wanted it, but when you had it, it caused all manner of confusion as you tried to make the right decision.
What was the right decisi
