Chapter Seventeen
Cold, hard silence.
That’s what filled the car on the ride from the airport to his parents house.
It’s what I’d been experiencing for a week now, since I’d made it clear I was buying tickets to go visit his parents, and he’d made it plain I wouldn’t be going alone.
Since the beginning of our relationship, I’d never experienced Bradley’s displeasure — until now.
I didn’t like it.
He seethed. And for the previous week, our bed had been filled with his anger and my determination, keeping us on opposite sides.
He hid it well around my mother and daughter, but in private, his words were brief and cutting. He made sure I knew how unhappy he was with my decision and I made it known that no matter how upset he was at me, I loved him. But that only seemed to make him angrie
