CHAPTER FOUR
Laurel couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Brett. Since leaving his house, he hadn’t spoken, except when he’d stopped at a café and ordered breakfast to go. She’d told him she preferred stopping at a grocery store because that would be cheaper than a restaurant, but he mumbled there wasn’t time and paid for her breakfast before she could protest.
Maybe he wasn’t a morning person. She hadn’t stuck around long enough in Reno to see him wake up because her mother had needed Laurel home as soon as possible. To be honest, leaving a note while he slept had been for the best. She’d been afraid the magic they’d shared during the night would disappear come morning. She’d wanted the memory of their time together to remain untarnished, something to hold close to her heart when she
