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Archie had stewed over it for a day and a night.
How could she get it so wrong? He’d thought they were together. Felt the joy of their run the same way he had in Italy. Had heard her laugh of pure joy, like no other sound on the planet. The release of his worries and fears had driven him mad for her. And he’d taken her, and buried his fears and his hopes deep inside her.
After worrying at it until he was half mad, he knew he had to talk to her. He went hunting for her right after sunrise. To explain that he hadn’t been using her, that he missed her. He needed her.
That stopped him so completely in his tracks that he puffed up twin clouds of dust with his feet.
Archibald Jeffrey Stevenson III needed a woman. Here he was, actually out looking for a woman. One particular woman. One fe
