“This may be your last chance.”
Shannon Johnson heard the ragged voice and barely recognized it as her own. She was closer to the edge than she wanted to admit. But at least she had a chance to keep from completely going over. She owed that to a man who understood her better than her family or James Harper, the man who wanted to marry her.
“Thanks, Wade,” she whispered, her throat tight with unshed tears. She had cried enough.
Hands gripped at her sides, she looked out over the flower- strewn meadow, heard the rushing water of a stream edged by towering