She couldn’t breathe. Her tight chest and throat would suffocate her. “No, George. No...” She shook her head. “Don’t say that. If Colt ever found out, he’ll leave.” Her eyes stung with unshed tears. “He won’t want to marry me.”
“Of course, he will.”
“No.” She sniffed back a sob. “The only reason he wants to marry me is so that I won’t marry Kent. If he knows Kent is out of the way...”
A sob broke loose, and she ran out of the room, down the hall, and out of the house. She slowly inhaled the morning air, hoping it would clear her mind on what to do. She had to talk to Colt first because if he wasn’t going to marry her, she had to marry Kent.
She broke into a run, hurrying toward the barn. The tears filled her eyes faster, but she wiped them away. She opened the back door and darted inside. “Colt!” Hopefully, he wasn’t asleep. She was sure her high-pitched tone would startle him.
She quickened her step toward his room. The door was open, so she stepped inside. He wasn’t in bed either, but she noticed the wooden drawers were all pulled out and empty. The trunk Colt had brought with him was gone.
Falling to her knees, she let the sobs take over her body. Colt had left her. Apparently, he didn’t want to get married as much as he said he did.
