But it does.
More than it should.
I glance toward the window.
Sunlight spills across the ground outside.
Everything looks calm.
Peaceful.
Like nothing ever happened.
But I know better now. I’m sure the barn doesn’t look like nothing happened.
“You trust him,” Rylie says gently from the counter.
I look up.
She’s watching me.
Not judging.
Just… seeing.
I hesitate.
Then—
“Yes.”
The word comes more easily this time.
Stronger.
Rylie smiles softly.
“Good.”
“Why?”
“Because men like him don’t give their word lightly.”
She pauses.
“And they don’t break it.
I swallow.
Because I believe that.
I do. Tank was like that. That’s why I loved him so much.
And that might be the scariest part, with Havoc.
Because somewhere between yesterday and today…
I stopped just hoping he’d come back.
And started needing him to.