Christmas in the Wylder County Jail by Kim Turner and Nicole McCaffrey—Excerpt Day!

 


An excerpt from Christmas in the Wylder County Jail:

Russ glanced at the drink again. One small glass at a time or the whole bottle....it mattered little...Addie was right. He was no longer the man he even thought himself. Hell, he wasn't the same man as clear back to Sarah. And he'd loved her with all his heart, the same heart that broke when she'd chosen his brother Rick.

He'd left Wylder out of necessity, letting his brother raise the son that belonged to him. But the shredding of his heart had come much later when he'd lost his wife and daughter to a fire while he'd been out hunting. He hadn't been drinking then, not even a little and look what had happened.

He wrapped his fingers around the small glass. He'd buried his wife and later his brother, though nothing had come close to the pain of placing his small daughter in the ground.

He pushed the glass aside once more, the bronze drink the only thing between him and the hurt that never ceased. But Addie. Her touch brought a calm to the storms inside him and eased his mind. But this time he'd seen it in her precious blue eyes. He'd gone too far.

Something was lost, hidden behind disappointment if he were guessing. She was done and he damn well knew it. The decision was now his to make...the bottle or Addie .

 

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