Walking WoundedChapter 6
Leslie leaned against the bedroom door and watched Brian’s chest rise and fall slowly under the blanket, his face flushed but peaceful under the light from the living room. She had mixed feelings about him now, and instead of the giddy lust and passion that she had felt a few weeks ago, and even that morning, she now wondered why he hadn’t been able to trust her with his problem back on the trail. She recalled watching him walking in front of her, swinging a stick at the long grass and...