His eyes glittered. ‘My life isn’t in America!’ he snapped.
‘Well, wherever it is, then,’ January shrugged, wishing he would just go—before those threatening tears began to fall.
She simply couldn’t bear the thought of Max going completely out of her life, of never seeing him again.
Max stared at her for several long minutes, his expression grim. ‘Okay,’ he finally muttered forcefully. ‘I’ll go back to the farmhouse and wait for your uncle. But I’m still coming with you later to see Josh,’ he warned hardly.
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