London couldn’t help but think about Tuck as she made her way through her weekend to-do-list. At first she’d wondered if he’d gotten off okay then she’d kept asking herself how far he might have gotten.
It also weighed on her why he was coming up. She had asked but the tone of his messages changed every time she did, so she’d stopped. Curiosity was killing her. She was the kind of person who just wanted to know the whys and the reasons, even if she never told a soul. The way he’d talked about it, the trip seemed like some kind of obligation more than a pleasure trip, and she couldn’t help but come up with reasons why he would drive three days north for something he didn’t want to do. Tuck hadn’t even said if what was bringing him up this way was personal reasons or business.
London’s tho
