He was well-known as the crazy man nobody messed with. If you wanted a one-man army, you turned to him. He’d blown up his bar, a good portion of Rapid City, tried to blow up a ghost, and quite a few other things, too. There were bodies buried out behind his bar, too. Hell, the man even owned his own excavator – that said it all.
But before he was known as the crazy lunatic, he was a man in love, and he messed up. Badly. He didn’t see the point in elegant speeches and wasting words; why bother? That bit him in the butt when he thought his woman could read his mind. Then he doubled down and treated her like a weak, fragile thing, instead of the strong woman she was. That cost him dearly for nearly two decades.
For seventeen years, she’d been loved, valued and lived a whole different life to what she’d once planned. But life doesn’t like people to be overly happy, and it destroyed what she cherished. Now back in South Dakota, she had priorities and people to protect. Nobody was going to mess with her family. Least of all him.
She wasn’t bitter or petty; she’d judged him all those years ago, and while she didn’t like or understand his reasoning, she accepted it. He had to understand she’d moved on, lived a great life, and she’d not change that for anything.
Could they bridge the grief she’s suffering, heal some wounds, and maybe they could possibly tame each other’s wild side? Then again, they’d always been like moths to a flame; they might cause their own brand of chaos and set the world on fire.
But before he was known as the crazy lunatic, he was a man in love, and he messed up. Badly. He didn’t see the point in elegant speeches and wasting words; why bother? That bit him in the butt when he thought his woman could read his mind. Then he doubled down and treated her like a weak, fragile thing, instead of the strong woman she was. That cost him dearly for nearly two decades.
For seventeen years, she’d been loved, valued and lived a whole different life to what she’d once planned. But life doesn’t like people to be overly happy, and it destroyed what she cherished. Now back in South Dakota, she had priorities and people to protect. Nobody was going to mess with her family. Least of all him.
She wasn’t bitter or petty; she’d judged him all those years ago, and while she didn’t like or understand his reasoning, she accepted it. He had to understand she’d moved on, lived a great life, and she’d not change that for anything.
Could they bridge the grief she’s suffering, heal some wounds, and maybe they could possibly tame each other’s wild side? Then again, they’d always been like moths to a flame; they might cause their own brand of chaos and set the world on fire.