A Cowboy's Christmas Reunion. Sasha Summers

nothing to talk about.” She shook her head, her anger building. “Nothing. I shouldn’t be here. This—” she pointed frantically back and forth between the two of them “—is wrong.”

      Her words hurt. “Wrong?” He swallowed. “How can you—”

      “How can I? You promised me, remember? I’m not going to let you break my heart again, Hunter. Do us both a favor and leave me the hell alone.” She grabbed the phone. “Hold on,” she said into the phone before tossing it to him.

      He caught it, Fisher’s voice reaching him. “Hunter? Hunter?”

      “Yes?” he spoke into the phone, keeping his gaze locked with Jo.

      “Fence is down in the far pens.” Fisher laughed. “You’re going to have to get Jo back into bed later on.”

      She crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at him. She looked so damn vulnerable, wounded somehow. But then she picked up her purse and headed to the door.

      He stepped forward, blocking her path, fear rising. “Jo, hold on—”

      Jo shook her head, pushing around him. “I don’t want to hold on, Hunter. I don’t want this. I don’t want you. Not anymore.” She ran out into the rain and climbed into her car.

      “Hunter?” Fisher sounded stunned. “You there? You okay? Shit, I’m sorry—”

      He cleared his throat, swallowing the lump to say, “On my way.” He watched her car back up, then turn around, disappearing into the driving rain and darkness.