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Because if not…if she didn’t find a way to control the need she felt for Shane—if she didn’t abide by the sex with no strings idea—this night justhow fast and hard she’d fallen years ago, Bobbi Jo kneas a long, long way down

Chapter Seventeen

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Shane and Bobbi had joined the others a few hours earlier, hitting the trails that they’d all traversed an boys and snoent hand in hand And while he hadn’t been on his Ski-doo in years he had been pleasantly surprised to find it in mint condition out at White Hall But then, his Grandfather had been the kind of s were looked after

Shane pushed aside thoughts of his complicated past and a relationship that hadn’t been finished He thought of the unread letter frorandfather’s last words to hih with it

Not yet

So he’d whisked Bobbi back to the carriage house where he’d brought his sled and the two of the New Waterford There in the shadow of the Porcupine Mountains, they’d cut through the late winter snow It had been exhilarating and with Bobbi pressed tight to his back, Logan, Pete, and Rick along for the ride, it felt like he’d stepped back in time

So White Hall had ripped open a lot of pain and Shane knew the ghosts of his past weren’t always kind, andmore than to kick him in the ass

His eyes lingered on Logan and Billie as they e of the circle, the two of them were deep in conversation as if they were the only two people there and when Logan cupped Billie’s face and pulled her in close for a kiss, so dark, and hard, and bittersweet

He’d been that much of a fool in love before and it had hurt like hell when he’d crashed and burned He thought about the hurt and anger and the stupid things he and Bobbi had done to each other It was a testas that they’d fucked up so royally and though he kneanted that second chance with her, he had to ask the question…

Were they strong enough to survive another go at it? Did she even want it? They’d danced around each other for months after he’d come back to New Waterford Not always polite or nice or civil But he’d known there was soled free, looking for an anchor

He just wasn’t sure she wanted to be tied down again At least not to him

The wo tossed her fluffy white hat and her hair haloed her head in a ainst her white jacket like shiny ink She was chatting with Pete Tortolini’s new girlfriend, Brenda, a redhead with a gigantic laugh and a beautiful smile New to town, Brenda had an easy way about her and Pete was a lucky guy

“So, Shane,” Brenda grinned up at him, “I hear you paint”