Jack was back to his old self. It was either the Scotch or the fact that he woke up to a pretty blonde in his bed. He bet on the blonde. He never did ask Preacher precisely what he had told Mel. And he didn't ask Mel to be more specific. It didn't really matter. What did matter was that he had bonded with Mel on a new level that night without planning to. That she knew he was tortured over something terrible from his past and instead of shying away, stayed with him, willing to take it on-it had meant something. She had held him while he tossed and turned against a mean-spirited ghost.
( Robyn Carr )
[ Virgin River ]
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