As the bright autumn afternoon light deepened to gold, eventually fading to the purple-pewter of dusk, Jessica sifted through the events of the last few days. She’d come to Cedar Ridge engaged to be married, determined to take what she felt was rightfully hers, even if it was through deceit. Now, as she sat in the homey kitchen, looking out at an improbably beautiful landscape, she was a different person. The thought of marrying Warner was no more conceivable now than the thought of taking the Silver Jack from the McKendricks. This was not only their home, it had also become a home, of sorts, to her, as well. When the faces of Jared and Faith drifted through her mind like ghosts, she realized they were her home.
Jessica let out a weary sigh, her shoulders slumping. How had this all happened? There had been a plan. More than one, actually. At least those early schemes had a goal in common. Now everything had changed. She wasn’t sure where she stood with her father, or how that would all play out. However, there was no way she’d be able to go through with the wedding. And she no longer saw the issue of obtaining the Silver Jack for the company as black-and-white. Or maybe she did. Only, what she saw as the right thing to do had changed.
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