Caleb was waiting in the great room, hands in his pockets staring out the window.
He's mad about the kiss. He blames me. No, he blames himself.
She wanted to bang her head against the wall. Instead she gathered up all her materials she'd need and her precious McPherson guitar, her large tote purse and pasted a smile on her face.
"Ready when you are," she sang out, determined to be cheerful. This was a big day for her and she wasn't going to let Caleb's attitude diminish it.
"Fine." He turned to face her, his face a careful mask. "Give me the address and I'll plug it into my GPS app."
The trip to Austin was accomplished mostly in silence. Jasmine and Caleb did their coffee routine in a silence that she had a hard time figuring out. They had driven for about a half an hour when she deci
