Scott West is about to marry the woman of his dreams, but when delayed grief and a life-or-death event jeopardizes their relationship, Scott is forced to ask himself what kind of man he really is. Can he own up to the truth and risk losing the love of his life?
I can’t get married. Dizziness swirled in my brain the moment I realized I’d have to tell her. The muscles in my neck constricted like a rope. I felt as if I’d been strung up with the horse about to be kicked out from under me. I leaned against the wall. What’s happening? A thousand, galloping stallions pounded through my heart. Will she forgive me? Will I lose her forever? My chest tightened, breaths barely filling my lungs. My hands shook so much I dropped the photos of my parents’ wedding. Bailey wanted to see them, use them in our wedding.
I can’t get married. Why hadn’t I felt this crushing grief over Mom’s and Dad’s deaths before now? Why now, of all times? I’d be no use to Bailey like this.
Get a grip, man. Can’t have this. A flash of heat raced up my face. Nausea stung the back of my throat. I looked around the diner’s storage closet for some kind of container. Boxes and cans of food distorted. The room spun, slowly at first, then whirling faster. Another heat flash exploded perspiration all over my face and neck.
I dropped to my knees and sprawled on the floor in darkness. The concrete felt like sand in my hands, first rough, then sinking into quicksand.