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didn’t know what was going on. I’d sat outside
in my truck and stalked her like a madman but hadn’t learned a damn
thing. I needed to think things out, get my head on straight. I
hadn’t eaten in over a day. Maybe I’d go get a plate of
something, try to sort through a plan. Try not to kill anyone.
    For a man who always
liked having everything all mapped out, I’d sure lost my way. I
didn’t like it. I wouldn’t stand for it much longer. One way or
another, I’d have this sorted and soon.

CHAPTER 4
    Kara
    Surrounded by clothes,
I struggled to sort them into piles: Goodwill, maybe, and yes. It had
only been that afternoon that I’d signed the papers selling the
ranch, but there was no sense waiting to start packing. Eleven
o’clock at night, no time like the present. Pulling out every piece
of clothing I owned and sorting it into piles felt satisfying. I was
taking the bull by the horns. It was either that or cry my eyes out
like a baby, so I forced myself into action instead.
    I didn’t know where
I’d go next, but the only thing to do in a situation like this was
hold your head up and take a step forward. Maybe I could move to
Billings? Everyone needed a waitress, right? But I might see Declan
there and I didn’t want to take that chance. He’d probably walk
in with a gorgeous woman on his arm and I’d have to serve them
dinner.
    I had a cousin in
Texas. She hadn’t wanted much to do with me when I’d needed a big
loan. But maybe she’d let me crash on her couch for a week or two
until I figured out what to do next? There were ranches and diners in
Texas. I could probably find some place that would hire me.
    Tonight, the thing I
could do to get the ball rolling was start getting rid of junk. I
needed to strip down, give away most of my belongings. I needed a
fresh start and there was no sense lugging stuff around, or paying
for storage with money I didn’t have when I didn’t even know
where or when I’d need it again. Never having moved, I’d never
really fully cleaned house. I had so much crap to go through, so much
to give away or sell. It seemed to make sense to start with my
closet, plunging in deep and making significant cuts.
    When I really got in
there, I found stuff I hadn’t worn since high school. Like one of
those tiny tank tops and flippy little mini skirts I used to wear
back in the day, during those hot summer months when I wanted to
tease Declan. I’d shamelessly pranced around, wearing
next-to-nothing and trying to drive him crazy. I’d had no idea what
I was playing with, how much I could get hurt by waking that sleeping
bear. I’d been so buoyant and carefree back then, unable to even
imagine the kind of heartbreak life could bring.
    I felt so different
now, sifting through the remnants of my former life. My heart hurt so
much it felt like I was suffocating. If I started thinking too much
panic would build up in me, pressured and tight, constricting the air
in my throat, leaving me gasping for breath and wanting to claw my
way out but not knowing how. I couldn’t stop to think. I had to
mercilessly attack my closet like a hot knife through butter.
    Should they stay or
should they go? Holding up the tank and skirt, I wondered if they
even still fit me?
    That’s how I ended up
standing in front of a mirror in a tiny tank top and a flippy little
mini skirt. They did still fit, though they looked scandalously
skimpy. Maybe I’d gone up a cup size, or maybe I’d grown more
modest at 24 than I’d been at 18. The clothes left nothing to the
imagination. The top looked painted on, drawing more attention to
what it didn’t cover than what it did. My breasts fairly popped out
of it, no bra, the sheer fabric stretching across my chest. I
remembered how I used to prance around in front of Declan, how one
time I’d washed the car hoping he’d watch. He sure did watch as I
soaped things up and got all wet bending over the hood of the car.
    Damn, he brought out
the slut in me. I’d