CHAPTER 63
Abigail raised herself from the mat.
"Umm," she nervously rubbed her palms together and gulped. Some of the couples seated around them had turned to look in her direction and she felt sick as she wondered what they might be thinking.
"Excuse me," she said. "Marcus, wait!" She ran in Marcus's direction, calling after him, but he did not stop, and he eventually walked out of sight.
Marcus stormed into the lodge and headed straight to the wine bar.
He took out a bottle of tequila and drank directly from it.
'How could she! How dare she!' He thought as he angrily gulped down the drink.
"And Caleb..."
He tightened his grip on the innocent bottle, the veins at the back of his palm nearly popping out as he did so.
He silently vowed to himself that when the whole bullshit vacat
