In Tune (Red Bird Trail Trilogy Book 3) by Laramie Briscoe Read Free Book Online Page A

this feeling that I have. I’m ready to be fixed. So fix me, Doc.”
    Doc Jones did something she hardly ever did. She got up from her seat and went to sit next to Harper on the couch, grabbing the younger woman’s hand in hers. “What I’m going to tell you isn’t going to be easy, but I feel like you have to do it.”
    “I’ll do anything. I want this over with. I want my life back.”
    “Honey, you need to confront him. You need to talk to him, ask what the hell he was thinking when he did what he did. Ask him if he’s thought about retribution on you. Whatever he says, take it as the truth and move on with your life.”
    Harper felt her heart stop; she was almost positive she was dying. “What?”
    “You want answers? You ask the person you want the answers from. If you go to him, then you’ve taken the element of surprise away from him. You are in the driver’s seat.”
    There was a part of Harper that realized the woman spoke truth; there was another part of her that thought the woman was in-fucking-sane. “I’ll think about it.” At this moment that was all she could promise.
    “I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think it would work. I don’t want you hurt any more than you already have been. The best gift you could give me would be to walk in here and tell me that you and Cash have worked out your problems and you’re a normal couple, but I know until you get the situation with your dad under control—you never will.” She paused for effect. “How long are you going to let him control your life? How long is too long? When is enough enough?”
    That was the million dollar question.

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Chapter Thirteen

    C ash sat on the couch, watching some show Remy loved on Netflix. Remy had gone to bed an hour ago, but Cash had been too lazy to turn it off. He glanced at the clock, wondering if he should call Harper. He’d expected her to be late, but he’d figured she’d be home by the time he got home from the Trail. A part of him wanted to make sure she was okay, but another part didn’t want to interrupt her individual session with Doc Jones.
    He had picked up the phone and was fixing to dial her when he heard her car pull into their driveway. He listened for that every day, always scared that this would be the day she realized she couldn’t take it anymore. He was beyond scared she would decide one day that he and Remy asked too much of her and she’d be another one of the people who had left them. Living through it once had been hard; he knew without a doubt he wouldn’t be able to live through it again.
    Harper coming through their front door was his most favorite part of the day.
    “Hey,” he called as she entered and threw her stuff on the catch-all by the door.
    Her head shot up, almost as if she were surprised that he was there. Maybe she hadn’t been expecting him to wait up on her. “Hey,” she said back.
    “How did it go?”
    He’d wondered if he asked the wrong question when she stopped what she was doing and stared at him. He began to seriously worry when the long moments turned into a minute.
    “Harper?”
    The sound she made tore at his heart, and he opened his arms and caught her, just as she threw herself at him.
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    Harper wasn’t sure what had broken apart inside her body. She wasn’t sure either what had caused it. She supposed it could have been the session she’d had with Doc Jones, it could have been the picture Cash made sitting in the muted light of the television, or it could have even been the way he’d softly said her name. What she did know, immediately, was that she wanted him. Harper was sick of them tiptoeing around each other trying to find the perfect balance, trying to figure out what was right. She’d tried to find “right” before, and it’d gotten her nowhere.
    In this moment, she said fuck it and threw “right” out the window. It was time to go with what felt good. It was time to go with what made her heart happy; screw her head. She threw