He’d followed her. An unwilling hope warred with the hurt on Rachel’s whole drive into town. Maybe seeing her walk out had been a wake-up call. Maybe he’d realized he’d made a terrible mistake.
But when Jonah drove on past Cayla’s office, she realized that was wishful thinking on her part. He was just making sure she got there, because no matter what they were or weren’t to each other, he still felt like her safety was his responsibility, and that wasn’t something he’d ever shirk. Why the hell didn’t that responsibility extend to her heart?
No other car was in the tiny lot. She was relieved because she hadn’t bothered to call or text first, and Cayla could’ve just as easily been with a client. That would’ve seriously put a crimp in Rachel’s need to fall apart with a friend, and she didn’
