London stood in front of the sink, water running and stared at her reflection. After her emotional outburst she couldn’t help but be surprised that Tuck wasn’t pushing her out the door telling her he was done. She’d had men she’d dated a lot longer do just that.
And in reality it was part of why she hadn’t dated anyone seriously in more than a year.
After splashing water on her face and using one of the face towels off the rack to blot it dry, she met her own gaze in the mirror again. Was she ready to hear why someone might do this kind of thing to Tuck closer to home? Was it something she wanted to put herself in a position to experience again, maybe not surviving?
The idea of going through it again scared her, but the idea of walking away from Tuck, never seeing him again, never feeli
