The Bride And The Bargain
Ten months later
Find. Wife. Find. Wife. Find. Wife.
Every time the soles of Gray's running shoes bounced against the narrow tree-lined path, the words seemed to echo in his head.
He picked up speed, pushing harder as the path rose sharply beneath his feet.
"Shut. Up. Shut. Up," he muttered under his breath.
Find. Wife. Find. Wife. His footsteps answered.
He made it to the peak of the hillside and looked out over the horizon that would have been nearly obscured if not for the footpath cut through the trees. He propped his hands on his hips, hauling in long breaths, feeling his heartbeat charging in his chest. The sweat soaking his shirt felt cold.
He spent precious time driving most mornings to this particular park because it was far enough away from his digs near the waterfront that he'd never once run into someone he knew.
The park wasn't a fancy place. It didn't have paved paths. It didn't have riding stables, or formal picnic areas or art displays. And often, he seemed to have the hilly tree-congested expanse to himself, but even when he didn't, it was rare to encounter more than one or two other runners.
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