Chapter 21
Brandon
The playful smirk Mary had on her face shifts to something different, something dark . . . somber.
Her head shakes before any words come out, her eyes filling with tears. “No.”
“Mary?” I wrap my arm around her, but she shrugs me off. Dismisses me.
“You can’t do this to me. You can’t ask me to accept this.” Her shaky hand gestures toward the shiny new white Jeep with a red bow. “No.”
The first night I found her in the hotel suddenly flashes in the back of my eyes. Her backing away from me, telling me no, crying. f**k. She’s cried more in the short time we’ve been back together than she did during our entire childhood. I must be doing something wrong if my girlfriend cries when I buy her a car.
“You don’t like it?” I lower my voice, trying to calm her down because,
