| Author: | Allison Crews | ISBN: | 9781465769510 |
| Publisher: | Allison Crews | Publication: | July 29, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Allison Crews |
| ISBN: | 9781465769510 |
| Publisher: | Allison Crews |
| Publication: | July 29, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Using her insider knowledge of foxhunting and growing up in Mississippi, Allison Crews delivers another captivating tale of passion and principles in the oh-so-proper South.
“You will be riding with me,” he said, his jaw clenched tightly, “or I will take you back right now.”
My heart was pounding, but definitely not in a way that was healthy for him. I had a number of murderous thoughts flash across my mind and banished them since we were in an entirely too public place and under a deadline to be ready – thirty minutes ago. Impasse.
“All right,” I said through clenched teeth. His jaw relaxed a little and he turned towards me slightly. Before he could speak, I finished my sentence. “If you’re going to be like that, take me back.”
I sat very still. I could see his patience leaving like sand from the last seconds in an hourglass. I envisioned an explosion when the sand disappeared…three… two… one…
Using her insider knowledge of foxhunting and growing up in Mississippi, Allison Crews delivers another captivating tale of passion and principles in the oh-so-proper South.
“You will be riding with me,” he said, his jaw clenched tightly, “or I will take you back right now.”
My heart was pounding, but definitely not in a way that was healthy for him. I had a number of murderous thoughts flash across my mind and banished them since we were in an entirely too public place and under a deadline to be ready – thirty minutes ago. Impasse.
“All right,” I said through clenched teeth. His jaw relaxed a little and he turned towards me slightly. Before he could speak, I finished my sentence. “If you’re going to be like that, take me back.”
I sat very still. I could see his patience leaving like sand from the last seconds in an hourglass. I envisioned an explosion when the sand disappeared…three… two… one…
