Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Apparently, the biggest riot that any prison in the United States had ever seen happened there and it was a mass casualty incident.
During the incident, there’d been several escape attempts, and along with the ones who were dead from the riot, several other escapees had also perished.
Then the news hit.
Ramsey Kelly, my husband, had been one of the ones killed in an escape attempt.
I’d been in shock at work when Dario had showed up with my brother, and they’d leered at me through the locked hospital doors.
We both knew what this meant.
I was now free to marry, and I would be doing it whether I liked it or not.
Four days later
I couldn’t believe what I was doing.
Well, I could and I couldn’t.
I was moving.
I’d sold my house, liquidated all of my assets, and bought an RV that was two years old under a false name. All in four days’ time.
Luck had literally been going my way in every single step of this process.
I sold my house in two days.
The buyers wanted to do it in cash, and quick, and had offered me above market value.
The job that I’d been eyeing for months had finally offered me a position in one of my most secretly wished-for places—Montana.
My boss at work had told me that they were downsizing and that I’d probably be let go since I was one of the newest on staff.
And I’d passed by a couple talking about fake IDs and just…went with it.
I’d taken out every single penny of money that I had, shoved the cash into a suitcase, and left in the middle of the night in a borrowed truck from a friend.
Once I got where I was going, I would let him know where it was and he’d fly out and drive it back home.
Then I’d have to figure out how to use a false name and a false ID to make this move a permanent one.
Everything was working out flawlessly, and I couldn’t help but think that I had some crazy good luck on my side.
No one followed me.
No one called—though that had been by design seeing as I ditched my phone, canceled all of my recurring plans and ditched every single obligation I had.
Neo and I enjoyed the open road.
And learned how to drive a freakin’ RV.
There was nothing like driving a truck for the first time, pulling an RV for the first time, and driving farther than an hour for the first time.
Trial by fire.
The first sight of the mountains took my breath away.
I looked over at Neo, the dog that had shown up at my apartment when I needed him the most, and said, “What do you think, big boy? Are you excited?”
In answer he stuck his head out the window and let the slobber spray my back window.
Nice.
I think he liked it.
The farther into the mountains we drove, the more breathtaking it became.
I mean, I’d always seen photos of the mountains and thought “wow.”
But nothing prepared you for actually seeing them in person.
Nothing could describe the beauty.
Everything was green and lush. Wildflowers grew on the side of the mountain.
Snow capped the mountain tops in a blanket of white.
There were animals…everywhere.
I’d seen wild bison in Wyoming. Bears—grizzly and black—on the border of Wyoming and Montana. I’d seen mule deer, and prong horned deer. I’d also seen my first moose.
It was better than visiting a zoo.
As it always did, my mind drifted off to Gentry.
Always Gentry.
He’d been on my mind for seven years and likely never would stray far from it.
I felt pity for any future husbands.
Despite only knowing the man for ten minutes, he was still the person that I measured all other men against.
I’d learned all about his life as he went through the farce that was the murder trial of Mario O’Neal.
I learned that he was poor growing up.
I learned that he’d been in the military.
I’d learned that he was a Ranger—though the lawyers had used that as a selling point to how he was a “trained weapon” that “knew what he was doing” by killing Mario.
I learned that his parents loved him.
I learned that he couldn’t afford anything, because he’d been fighting for rights to his child, Dean, for six months and had blown through his entire life savings.
I’d learned that he had a brother that was named Van that was a warrant officer.
I learned that he liked dogs—he’d tried to hide, but I’d seen that he was the one that had dropped Neo off to me the day before he was sentenced to a decade or more in prison.
I learned, also, what it looked like to see a grown man cry when the mention of his son’s murder was brought up by his lawyer. A murder he hadn’t realized had happened until then.
A retaliation against Gentry for when he did the right thing by saving me and had killed Mario.