Chapter Eight ~ Chloe
I’d gone back in forth in my mind, ignoring Reardon’s text for most of the afternoon. I wasn’t sure what to make of him, and although I wanted to see the subdivision and his house first hand, I could always just set something up with a realtor.
Still, the last couple of times I’d been with him, things had been easy and comfortable, until I was inevitably reminded of how we came to be in each other’s lives, and the way he’d reacted toward me at camp.
When I’d driven to the school to pick up Chris, he’d come running out and stopped at my window, rather than going to the passenger side, so I knew something was up.
“Hey, Mom,” my handsome, slightly awkward since he was going through puberty, son said when I rolled down the window.
“What’s going on?” I’d asked warily,
