Page 84 of Unforgettable
Branson followed the look, a knowing expression settling in.
“The land it’s calling to you.”
Brew didn’t deny it.
“I’m almost ready to come back.”
“What’s stopping you?” Brett asked boldly. “The girl”
Brew didn’t answer.
Brett let out a low, slow whistle.
“That serious?”
Brew ran a hand along the back of his neck, something less certain settling into his expression now.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It is. She’s in my blood like this land.”
Silence held for a moment.
Not uncomfortable.
Just… listening.
“What’s holding you back?” Branson asked.
Brew hesitated.
Not because he didn’t know.
Because he did.
“She’s been through a lot,” he said finally. “More than the accident. She doesn’t trust things lasting. Doesn’t trust… this.”
“This?” Brett echoed.
“Us,” Brew said simply.
The word carried more weight than anything else he could have chosen.
His father’s gaze remained steady on him.
“She does not fear you,” he said.
Brew shook his head slightly.
“No. She fears losing it.”
Branson nodded once.
“That’s different.”
“Not to her,” Brew replied. “It’s the same thing. She saw herparent’s charred in a fire, their home gone, her life shattered.”
Brett crossed his arms, studying him.
“So what—you walk away because she’s afraid?”
