CHAPTER EIGHT
NITA WENT TO MAX’S room after leaving Heathcliffe’s. She’d told him she had work to do and rejected his offer to keep her company. She was determined to keep him safe, even if it meant leaving the ranch with Max.
She hoped Max wouldn’t feel the need for retribution if he got what he always told her he wanted. Them. Back together again.
Shoving down the horror of that thought, Nita took a deep breath and knocked on his door.
Silence.
“Max? I need to talk to you.”
Nothing.
Frowning, Nita knocked and called again. The door across the hallway opened and, Jim Bright, one of the instructors with the culinary arts school, peered out at her, his dark-blond crew cut tipped in flour. “Hey, Ms. Harley. I don’t think Max is back yet. I saw him heading for the stables earlier but I
