Chapter Twenty-Three
Three hours later, Isabella regretted her outburst. And sitting alone in the hotel suite only made her feel worse. Everywhere she looked, there was a visceral memory of Jaxon and the night they'd shared. Catalina had texted to say she was staying in Prairie and wouldn't be coming back, CiCi was holed up someplace with Trace, and Jeanine had taken off for the night's cowboy dance, presumably to t*****e Weston by dancing with everyone but him.
She puffed her cheeks and blew out a breath, scolding herself for behaving more like Anne of Green Gables with Jaxon earlier than Lizzie Bennett. The long, lonely evening stretched out before her. She could head over to the cowboy dance and look for the young man she'd danced with the night before. What the heck was his name? Chr
