CHAPTER NINETEEN
DIESEL
I see red the minute my eyes land on the two guys standing in front of me.
Rowan’s tool bag ex-boyfriend and Trace.
Why the f**k are they here?
Better yet, why are they here together?
Rowan pulls away and steps toward them before they can come any farther into the B&B. “What’s going on?”
“You know why I’m here—” Nick stands taller. The cocky son of a b***h is about to meet my fist, more personally this time.
“I just came to check on you,” Trace interrupts. “You seemed upset this morning and stopped responding to my messages.”
My jaw clenches. I glance at Rowan who’s fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
“You texted him?” I ask.
“I was upset…it was after I saw you and Chelsea and wanted someone to talk to.”
“I thought you talked with Maize?”
She turns tow
