Neal.
The situation with Becca was heartbreaking, and I was stuck. I really did love her and had been hoping she’d been missing me.
I would be better for her than James, right? Well, maybe not.
I wasn’t sure. I stared at my hands, sitting there on my couch and reaching up to rub my temples.
So many complex feelings. Here I was, unable to move on though I really needed to. For now, I basked in the silence, the distraction of the television no help.
My mind kept bouncing between wishing I could end up with Becca and telling myself I should let things lie.
They had just gotten through the situation with the kids, and from what I’d heard, the Cartwrights were terrible people. I got word from Allegra that they managed to move back to Italy.
I was here as well, near Allegra, still on the hunt for those damn Russians who captured her.
