The ruckus had all passed and Taron and Rebecca were enjoying their lives as a new couple, and in his heart, Taron was starting to believe that Rebecca was the one for him. He loved Rebecca and always thought of her before he did anything, but the scars he had gotten from Selena had done him a good number. “Taron? Baby, what’s wrong?” Rebecca asked Taron after she saw him looking out into space, distracted. They were on a date at a fancy restaurant, and Taron was trying to put the past behind him. He was in a relationship with Rebecca, and Rebecca was definitely not Selena. There was no similarity, especially behavior-wise, and Taron felt terrible for thinking about Selena when they were having alone time. Rebecca was having fun. Being with Taron was easily the best decision she had made all year. Taron was so sweet, and he paid attention. He not only listened, but he remembered whatever it was that she had said, so it was easier. Taron was not listening to her. Sure, she was

Rebecca was nervous because it was the first night jn date that she was going to be having with Taron, and she was supposed to prepare a nice meal for them to take. It was not that Rebecca could not cook, but she was not used to making dishes. Her specialty was ordering meals from nearby restaurants. And it did not get any easier as she was not sure of what to make, although Taron had assured her that he would still be happy if she ordered pizza and had them eat it with some soda on the side. And oh, how Rebecca felt tempted to abandon her plans of cooking and ordering something else instead. “No.” She hit herself on the head after deciding that she would just make some white rice and serve it with chicken sauce and fish. The incident that happened before had been proven to just be a random person who had decided to choose a life of crime. It was not related to Taron and neither was there anyone who had her on their target list. At least, that one did not have her on his, he co

Taron found himself at a crossroads. There was tension between his family's ranch and the neighboring ranch, and things seemed tohave reached a boiling point. Taron knew that the solution lay in working together with the other family to build a fence, but they were too stubborn to admit it. Taron blinked as he looked around him. How did he get back in Texas? Taron could hear the laughter of a woman and suddenly, he found himself riding a horse with her through the fields. Music was coming from somewhere and it made Taron remember his grandmother and the sound of her cello while they went on picnic dates. Taron had always found picnics to be boring but it was always exciting to see her eyes sparkle with passion. Taron sighed as he adjusted his beanie. He realised that he was just in another one of his dreams where his brain would decide to reopen a section of the past. “Guess I’m stuck in here for now.” Taron said, and he looked down to see that he was actually stuck in mud.

A lot of thoughts ran through Taron’s mind as he wondered what he was going to get out of this place. What if what he got was nothing but another disappointment? And after spending a lot of money too, because hiring a private investigator was expensive. And this time, he was hiring not one, but multiple ones to make sure the search went right. “We are at the top floor, sir.” One of the guards tell Taron and walks out to make sure everything is safe before Taron follows. “Do you think that we might get something out of this?” He asked aloud, but his guards did not answer. “Do I need to repeat myself?” Taron asked in annoyance. “No sir, we think it would go great.” They said in unison as if they had rehearsed it beforehand. “That’s how I’m hoping that it would go, so I would take your word for it.” Taron said and made his way forward. A tall, scrawny looking man was exiting a room from the door in front of them and Taron stopped him. “Hello, I’d like to see the D

Rebecca was on her way to get some more groceries to fill up her fridge when she got the call. After a heated argument with a man who had been trying to woo her for the past year, Rebecca had slammed the door shut and decided to do some stress shopping. “One of these days, Rebecca, I’ll get you! One of these days!” She heard him shout through her door. “I have a boyfriend! If you come down knocking on my door again, I’ll file a restraining order against you!” Rebecca had yelled back. “I’ll be back for you, Rebecca!” “Yeah, and if you come back, you’d never go back.” Rebecca muttered under her breath, wondering if scaring him with a knife would work to keep her out of his way. Eloise had a miscarriage scare. That was what she and Taron had rushed out to hear when they got to the hospital. Apparently, she had been bleeding and she panicked and called her husband who then panicked and called Taron while taking her to the hospital. The doctor had explained to Rebecca and