CHAPTER 25
SABRINA
Hearing the knock at the hotel room door, I walk over, wishing I had on my usual tank top and pajama pants. Wishing the scent of the long day wasn't still sticking to my skin.
Wishing the long shower I'd taken tonight felt long enough to wash away my anger. Anger I've been holding onto for the past two hours.
My anger at Lachlan.
He's been a ghost all evening, not answering calls or texts.
The knock comes again.
"Coming!" I yell. I throw open the door.
And freeze.
It's been two hours since Lachlan left. Two hours since he disappeared down the sidewalk on his way to the diner.
For two hours, I've been wanting to wring his neck and claw him back into my bed, threatening to punish him for what he's put me through.
But what I find on the other side of the door tel
