Chapter Fifteen
Cooper pulled his Mercedes into the driveway. Christmas lights cast a soft glow in the front yard. It was the one thing I loved about the house. Rainbow kept the lights up all year round because Meadow loved Christmas. With her still in Tibet, Rainbow felt close to her whenever she saw the lights.
“It’s exactly the same,” Cooper muttered.
My eyes flicked to him. He hadn’t said a word since he’d led me out of the club. I was a jumble of emotions. I was torn between wanting to tell him off and at the same time wanting to beg him to look at me. He kept his eyes on the road, hands gripped to the steering wheel, his face a mask. It wasn’t until we crossed the bridge that his face twisted as if in pain.
“You’ve been here before?”
“I lived in town when I was younger, before m
